from the LP Physical Graffiti, Swan Song Records, 1975
Received some very sad & sobering news this week: one of my dearest friends from grade school passed away down in Florida this last week. The two of us were inseparable from 4th – 8th grade, so many wonderful memories of blithe times spent laughing and talking for hours on end about all things under the sun, unencumbered from the realities and responsibilities of adulthood, “…changes fill my time, baby, that's alright with me; in the midst I think of you, and how it used to be…but as the eagle leaves the nest, it's got so far to go…” My long strange trip made keeping in touch with many people a lost cause, and although we tried to keep in touch for while it got spottier as time went along and life got wild; the last time I had spoken with Katie was a little over ten years ago---looking back now it wrenches my heart, I wish I had told her then how much her friendship meant to me when we were young, what a loyal and trustworthy friend she truly was (at a time in life where “loyalty” is virtually nonexistent), how I still treasure all the carefree memories I have of us & will continue to do so until I leave this world as well, “…then as it was, then again it will be, and though the course may change sometimes, rivers always reach the sea…” This is in memory of Katie Bradley, may you rest in infinite peace.
from the LP Physical Graffiti, Swan Song Records, 1975
