It's and old, old story: I had a friend and we shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that, too.

Gail Caldwell
It's and old, old story: I had a friend and...
It's and old, old story: I had a friend and...
It's and old, old story: I had a friend and...
It's and old, old story: I had a friend and...
About This Quote

This quote is a story of friendship and death. It is about one friend who shared everything with another, and then she died. The friend that the speaker spoke of shared everything with her, and then they both died. The speaker in this quote has realized that in order to have the greatest glory in life, you must have friends in life that will share everything with you, who will be there when you are in need, and who will be there when you are grieving.

Source: Lets Take The Long Way Home: A Memoir Of Friendship

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