When I was young a good friend of mine passed away as they
say. Actually it was death that took my friend, which is not a
crime as far as I know, but it felt like one to me.

I remember my friend in their "��Heyday,"�� which means most
of their short life, and I think I'��ll keep it that way.

That smiling sunshining face, that contagious joy. Someone
said,"�� You must be sad when you think of your friend." I said,
"�� No, I can'��t remember anything sad about my friends life,
except their passing."��