My mother wrote this at the age of twenty, for her best friend, in days of yore, decades before the internet made it possible for people to share such things ~ so I wanted to share it now. I think it's beautiful.
My brother read it out at Mum's funeral this week. Megan, for whom it was written, died a few years ago; I hope she is, indeed, reaching a friendly hand out to Mum down that 'dark highway'.
|Mum in 1930, aged 4|
|... and in around 2004, aged around 78|