Trisha had a very special place she would go to; there she would reflect, to ponder and meditate on things of importance, to find calmness and peace. This place was a garden in her backyard. There she had two benches, simply known as bench-1 and bench-2. Trisha had but one rule in her garden sanctuary, there were to be no words spoken out loud – period! In our friendship, there were many times she envisioned me sitting on the second bench. In my thoughts I spent many times sitting on bench-2, relishing the time with a kindred spirit.
I had written a poem sometime ago entitled, My Spirits Bench, where I attempted to describe the specialness of our friendship in a way I knew Trisha would understand, and agree with. It is so special to me… I hope all can now understand this writing in light of knowing its origin.My Spirits Bench
Trisha, I will miss you. You will not be forgotten. Our spirits will meet… you on bench-1, I on bench-2.