Goodbye, My Friend

Riverside Peace

It’s not really a final goodbye, my friend

because I know I’ll see you again.

The times we spent together,

cried and laughed

I will cherish always.

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It’s all right now for you to go, my friend

because your many years of pain are over.

Those times we prayed together,

joy and sorrow

I will cherish always.

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It’s time for you to be at peace, my friend

because we shared a secret or two.

The chats we often shared,

together and apart

I will cherish always.

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It’s not the many years, my friend

because I could always count on you.

Those times I will think of you,

today and tomorrow

I will cherish always.

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It’s the beyond tomorrow, my friend

because you will be here, in my heart.

The tears will come and go,

sadness and joy

I will cherish… always.

Poem by Chrissy Siggee

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Published by Time Traveler of Life

Biography Creating worlds, characters, and wielding power like a madwoman, making my characters happy, sad, angry, and some of them with no redeeming qualities. I probably shouldn’t admit this, but I sometimes laugh out loud when I am writing a scene, and I have been known to cry when one of my favorites has to die. I am a left-handed Gemini, what do you expect? Reading bedtime stories to my two children until they fell asleep or until they just told me to go away, was fun. Making up wild stories for my grandchild, and creating Halloween costumes from Cowboys to a Dragon, was another favorite thing to do. I missed that so much when they were grown, that I started writing. My yearly newsletters frequently were drafted third-person by my Love Birds, Miranda our motorhome, and by Sir Fit the White Knight, our faithful Honda. Throughout the years, some of my creative talents centered around writing letters of complaint expressing my displeasure with services or products. One crucial, at least to my Son, was a note to our local school bus driver petitioning her to allow him back on the bus. He was kicked off for making an obscene gesture at his buddy. I reminded her that it was not directed at her, and that “obscenity can be in the eye of the beholder,” kids use that gesture as a greeting. He rode the bus until he graduated. I loved driving my English teacher crazy. Leaving a “continued next week” at the end of my five handwritten pages required each week. He was one of many people that suggested I “do something about my writing.” I graduated from the School of Hard Knocks at the top of my class. After 30 years, in the trenches as a Real Estate Professional, I have found that truth is stranger than fiction. My books are filled with characters I met in that profession. Their names were changed to protect the guilty. Others were from people we met traveling around the country in Miranda, our Motorhome. I am married nearly 60 years to the love of my life, Shirl, and partner-produced two exceptionally talented children, and one grandchild who is our pride and joy.

One thought on “Goodbye, My Friend

  1. Nice introduction my friend. Someone did something very nice for me on her site today and I wanted to repost. Would you mind terribly if I nominated you on this coming Tuesday? You can take your time with your posts etc. Still would like to have you post your work. Also amazed at how many books you have published. You are one busy woman. Sending you love, hugs and blessings. 🤗💕❤️Joni

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