Description
Time passed by, as it does, and the stranger became a friend, and a friend became family.
The days fall away like raindrops, often quiet and unnoticed. But the water rises over the years, until one day its a flood and you wonder where those gentle showers have gone. There are good days and bad in our lives. But one day, the waters will take us all away. These are still the good old days, and we will appreciate them while they are here.
When you've had someone who cared for you, even if you've lost them, it doesn't matter so much if you're the last. We will all weather the storms of time together, until we face that final flood not with regret or fear, but bravery, because we made the journey count, and we know that the time we did get here was good.
One of Eve's friends once told her that.