Sitting on the front porch talking and drinking in the night sky and remembering and laughing and falling in to silence . . .
Going bowling as a group because she, the one leaving you, wants to – and having fun . . .
Dancing on her front yard right there in front of God and everybody – these minister ladies – with the music from the van cranked loud and feet bare and hands waved to bemused passers by . . .
Gathering yourself to the two women at the sign board at the airport, seeking comfort as much as information when the plane is late . . .
I have long enjoyed the solace and presence of my own kind, we are good company.