The Other Side

There is a bridge and I am approaching it slowly. I can see

across it and it looks nice but I am hesitating. All I know is here

and although not perfect, at least I know it. What is on the other side is unknown. Do I go or do I stay? If I leave, will I lose what I have or will I bring it with me? I am thinking about my friends. I know that when I leave, I lose contact with friends.

Out of sight, out of mind. Will they let me go? or will they keep

me in their lives? Once a month would be too long? Would they

e-mail me? Would they call me? I would be out of their loop.

I depend on these people. Even though I do not talk to them

everyday or even every week, I know they are there. Carolyn

has already left my area yet we do touch base by e-mail or phone. She still has contacts in Virginia so there is still a chance to see her. Margaretta is my cousin and she would e-mail me

I think. But I would miss our phone calls even though they are

rare. Ruth would write once in a while but I would have to call

her often. She would need that. Donna , Lynn and Nancy I am not sure about. They are each a soul sister but I am not sure

if they could continue without a little visual now and then. So I stand at the edge of the bridge

and wonder.