I've seen many people during my lifetime. They were interesting to watch and often entertaining. They were often just passers-by out fishing or hunting but I usually enjoyed watching them. I never really had the opportunity to grow close to any of them, much less to love one, until one day SHE came into my life.
To her, I was much more than a tree. Beyond the shade and spanish moss, she saw me...for me. She used to sit here, under my limbs. Others would complain of the mess I made when I lost limbs or leaves, but not her. She talked to me. She understood that I was old. She thanked me for being shelter to so many. Yes, she was special.
I sure will miss her until the day I die. No one has seen me like that since she went away. I sure do hope that God lets trees into Heaven because I'd follow that lady anywhere.