We laughed.
We spoke.
I occasionally cried.
He often joked.
Libations overflowed,
sometimes until dawn.
He shared his emotions openly,
never withdrawn.
The balcony at his place,
had a tree that hid a wry face.
It was our comforting assuage
that eased the burdens of life,
as we stood daily on its stage.
Today is the second anniversary of the death of my very dear friend, John David Cochran. His friendship was a gift and his spirit will live forever ...
God bless you, Bon! Thank you so much for what you meant to my son!
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