What happened? I don’t know.
What I do know is that I am going to bed with a broken heart. My friend Connie has died, but I don’t know why.
I don’t know why.
Grief — and I cannot overcome the sadness that I’m going to bed with this night. Perhaps I shall not wake come the morning myself.
Only God knows as he is the final arbitrator of my insignificant life. If so, I love you, and you and you.
You’ve enriched my life in ways I could never express. Thank you.
Should tomorrow dawn, we shall gather in happiness.