Yesterday I learned a long-time Friend died. We met in January, 1970, while he was in Walter Reed Medical Center as a Vietnam veteran. I wrote about that here: jessandunnotis-writer.com/2015/11/11/m…

It was an extra-ordinary (sic) friendship spanning almost six decades and begun with a long walk along devastating corridors at Walter Reed. Neither of us could have guessed where our lives would lead us nor how long we would sustain our friendship.

When Janet called to tell me you were dead she apologized for “dropping this bomb”. There was no other way to say…

Even though you’re no longer on this earth, Alan, to share good conversations, laughter, talks about current events, family and all; for me, our friendship will continue until I pass over. Until we meet again…

A long time ago I promised I would write a poem trying to describe a moment in time when you were hit in Vietnam. That piece was begun, started and stopped, and begun, again, more than once. I believe I have the nut of it now. I will keep that promise.

Your race is run, Alan. Rest in eternal peace. Your memory will always be a blessing. 🙇🏼‍♀️🙏🏼🫶🏼🕯️