My choice for word of the year, is Harry. My second choice is Friend. Here is Harrys letter to me about Friends. I asked him how his friends were doing. This was his answer: Dear Ma, You ask about my friends. I know you want me to tell you stories… I’ll write them down one day but there are just so many … It’s hard to know where to begin. Once I start writing I may never stop and I’m so busy living I don’t have time for that. Yet. The Time will come, I promise. It’s something I want to do not just for me but for all of us. To let you know and the world know about the great people in it, people I’m lucky enough to call my Friends. You and Grandma always said friends are family you choose for yourself. Daddy knew that. Daddy lived that. His greatest gifts to me were the Plots. As for me and my friends, I think I have chosen well. I’m the richest person I know because of the friends I have. For now I’ll say this about my friends: Friends are the air I breathe and the song I hum, at home and on the open road. They’re my past, my present and my future. Everything I do is pegged to my friends. I smile all the time thinking of my friends. I think of them and whistle in my mind. My friends give me new notes to whistle each day. Even if we don’t see each other, we’re in touch. I know my friends. My friends know me. We laugh together. We cry together. We talk. We eat. We drink. We think. We agree. We disagree. We agree to disagree. We’re instantly at ease with each other. We trust each other. We’re friends. My friends are my family. They’re the reason I’m sane. They’re the reason I’m happy. I believe in Life because of the friends I have. I believe in Possibility because of the friends I have. I believe theres Hope for the world because of my friends, Because wherever they are is a good place Because there are friends everywhere. I would do anything for my friends. Anything. I would not exist without my friends. Wherever I am in the world is home to me because friends are my home. A new friend is waiting as my old friends go with me. I love the friends I grew up with, the friends I know now, and the friends I’ll meet tomorrow. I’ll know who they are. I know how to recognize a friend. Thank you for being my friend. We’re in this together. I’m thinking of you and smiling now and whistling in my head. Your friend who is also your son Harry I don’t know which is a more beautiful word, friend or son. Or Harry. I choose Harry. I hope you understand Harry wrote his letter to you, because its about you. This is the last day of 2014, a year from hell. It has also been a year of hope and solidarity, of hope growing, waning, rising again, of hope destroyed and life forever altered. I end this year saying Thank you, Harry’s family of friends. Thank you for your support, your generosity, for your individual and united effort on Harrys behalf. When I could not go on, you carried me. I thank you from the bottom of my heart. Thank you most of all, each one of you, for being Harry’s friend. He did choose well just as You chose well. Even if you never met, you and Harry are friends now. As Harry’s friends of long standing know, when Harry was your friend he was your friend for life. Harry is still your friend. Friendship is a bond that does not die. It’s only transformed. Thank you for transforming Harry’s life while he was here with us and for transforming him now, your friend, our friend, Harry Russell Edouard Devert. On Harry’s behalf I wish you good health and “Good Times!” with Good Friends in 2015. Harry said, “Everything is a miracle.” Here’s to the miracle of Friendship. Of Friends. - Ann, Harry’s lucky and grateful Mom
Posted on: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 15:40:26 +0000
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