Remembering Jean


We wept together, then we laughed together, my friend and me. As I left, she said "Elizabeth, you're a tonic!"

Driving home with a lighter heart, I asked aloud "Lord, what's a tonic?" It was merely rhetorical. Of course I knew the answer - it's a nasty tasting liquid that's supposed to buck you up!

Well, the answer came all the same and was not what I had expected. 'A tonic is the keynote, Elizabeth, the first note of a scale. If you strike the tonic, the songster can sing the whole melody in tune.'

My heart soared. "Lord! You're lovely."

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