It will never be enough but I'll try

Dearest Denise: My friend, my neighbor, my informational fount. When I had a question, a need, or just needed a hug, I went to Denise. Over the many years we were friends, I always felt taken care of and unconditionally loved. She was the first with advice or a solution I hadn't thought of. I only realize now how dear the dinners and games afterward at Denise and Joe's house were. We always let Joe win but don't tell him. The dinners were delicious, beautifully displayed, and full of great conversation. I always looked forward to a bag hanging on my door; that meant I had some scrumptious meal waiting for me or something that Denise had seen during her day that she thought I might like. Her organizational skills were beyond compare. I'm truly surprised we can get anything done without her. I have no words for how much I will miss dear Denise. I only hope to be as good a friend to my friends as she was to me.

XXOO,

Teresa