Sunshine

You are my Sunshine my only Sunshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
You''ll never know dear, how much I love you
please Don't take my sunshine away

This weekend I went Home, to my favorite camp by the lake. I was reunited with best friends. Friday morning, pre-Camp, I was not sure how this weekend would go, except that Sunshine  would be there.  It should be to no surprise that the weekend was beautiful, not because of the weather, but because of the moments with my best friend.  I have missed her since she left after the first week of the summer and have been counting the days until the reunion. 
Sunshine's  mommy brought up a tough question: "Will I be at Camp after I graduate?" Just the thought brings a hollow lowing to my chest. I can not see ever leaving Camp and my Sunshine. It would be too sad and empty. Would anyone else understand her like I do?  Who will help her with her socks and brush her hair? Who can I intensely do the bunny hop with?
Life continues to quickly pass on by like a long continuous run of chaînés. I do not know what tomorrow brings, but my memories of Sunshine  will be there.

Yet you do not know what tomorrow will bring.  What is your life?  For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes

James 4:14