My old friend died today. We have been together since early in my married days. I was married in 1974…you do the math. We moved together 6 times. My wheelbarrow and I really were like old friends. We moved a lot of dirt together, as well as flowers, rocks and almost anything else that my friend could carry. We were comfortable together. Many times I thought about moving on, but I knew it would never feel quite the same. It was kind of like that old comfortable pair of shoes. About 10 years ago, as I was getting ready to move for the 6th time, the handles on the wheelbarrow broke and I decided it was time to say goodbye. So I gave my friend to my neighbor, Phil Sousa who spent a lot of time gardening, and an equal amount of time tinkering and fixing things. I knew he would fix it and appreciate having it. A week later, Phil showed up at my door with my old friend. He had replaced the wooden handles and was very excited to give it back to me. This is somewhat comical and ironic, because it is not easy for me to make a decision to part with anything. And as you can see, this was something to which I was pretty attached. So once again, my friend moved with me. And now, 10 years later and many loads of loam and mulch later, my friend has finally expired. Honestly, it’s pretty amazing…..my wheelbarrow outlasted several relationships and friendships, 5 dogs,at least a dozen vehicles, and two children growing up and going off on their own. There’s not much in this life that you can depend on for as long as I depended on this old friend. RIP.. you will be missed.