Ryan,
I just realized that when I give this to you it will most likely be the last time I see you, so this poem I write should explain and say everything I have wanted to say for a long time.
Shadows of darkness fall upon the day.
Time slips through the flesh-colored fingers.
Words that could never express float through the air.
Within reach.
Time steals one's very soul and twists it into ribbons of truth.
So close, but never to know.
The casting light grows dim.
It's never too late.
~ Jill Maulik 1998
Wherever life may lead you, may you go with a song in your heart!
Keep on truckin'
So, you've graduated, and I'm, like, all "new hat size for the mondo brain." You must know, like, everything! I'm really proud of your accomplishments, but I would advise against too many pictures in the cap and gown -- cardboard and polyester is SO "not you"!
Congratulations! I'm so proud of you!
I Love You! You'll always be one of my best friends.
Jillian Maulik
I hope we meet again.
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