My Friend, Haley.

I don't know if she knows this, but I check her blog often. In ways, Haley became my friend by things she didn't know she was doing. Haley is my friend not only for what she has done for me, but more importantly, what she has done for her. Tonight I miss my friend Haley, and I am speaking to a void. If change is the sea, Haley is a ship battling the 40 ft waves of life. I am the buoys to safely navigate her home, wherever she stays or goes.
Until we meet again.