Sara and I have been friends for a long, long, blog time.  Almost 20 years.  (Click on the blue to visit her blog.)

Anyway, a couple of days ago she wrote:  “So, years ago I found the sweetest little rock heart out on our field stone sidewalk.  I’ve been saying hi to it every day for maybe five or six years and possibly longer.  I don’t remember when I first saw it.  It was about the size of a dime, and it was always nestled in a shallow hole in the big rock it chipped off from.  I was always afraid I was going to lose it, but never picked it up because I thought it was selfish and it was probably happy out there with their rock friends and it enjoyed saying hello back to me as I came and went.  Some days I’d think that maybe I should send it to you to share the joy and also I knew you’d take good care of it, but I waffled on whether or not it would want to leave and how much I would miss seeing it…and about two weeks ago the house power washed and washed the sidewalk and I’ve not been able to find it since :’-(. ”

Then I wrote back to her:  “I, too, have left heart rocks to nestle among their friends.  As you know, I have often walked by and said Hello.  Then one day they would be gone.