Sometimes, living in the far north, there are many long days and nights when my mind floats back to the likeable friends of my youth. Again, as my mind delves further into those friendships, I feel the kinship for those special neighbors and friends left behind in the places, I used to call home. Then, as the sun skips across the sky, more than words can ever express, I envision the wonderful and unique personalities of my children and my grandchildren who are scattered across Canada and the US.
Many times I have thought to myself "Wouldn't it be wonderful if I could have communication every day with a loved one? Wouldn't it be nice to always be able to tell others how special they are through a note, a phone call or a visit? Yes, I have a 'Facebook' page and probably should have a 'Twitter' page, but there are days when I feel like those notes are much too public or I feel like I want to say more.
Today, in this modern world, I am not that far away. There are many things at my finger-tips that help me to communicate over the miles. I have the mail, the telephone, the computer, and the power of prayer. These special people are not far from me at any time. I just have to "step up to the plate" to make the effort to be 'there' to communicate my feelings, my hopes and my dreams with them and for them.
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