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To: Barbara, Connie, Michel, Kathrynne, and All the Caring, Together we share, in numerous degrees, the insidiousness of this disease, this visitor called PD or PDS who came into our lives univited and, who, despite our efforts, battles to become the Alpha of our daily existence. It is not a battle won alone. It is a battle that requires support. It is a battle that requires the knowledge, experience, and sincerity of those unseen but often heard from who remind us through opinion, discussion, debate, encouragement and devil's advocacy(and more)that we can make it one more day for we are not alone. Perhaps some day, one might even speak of the many as "friends". That said................. To me true Friendship is like an old book. No matter how often its pages are turned or how worn its binding becomes, its value increases. It is in friendship, then, that I offer to Barbara and all who surround her, Roses for You(author unknown) I got a dozen roses, From a friend the other day; But I only have one left For I gave them all away. I gave one to my sister Who to me is very dear, In hopes that it will bring to her A little floral cheer. I took one to a friend Who's not feeling very well; The flower or the visit - Which helped more I could not tell. One went to a friend, I haven't known for very long. She struggles, so in some small way I hope this helps her carry on. The rest went to the ones Who've helped me in so many ways; They have been a cheerful presence On my very dreary days. The roses were so pretty I just could not keep them all, Except one single bud standing Beautiful and tall. My friend gave me the flowers To help brighten up my day, But the biggest joy I received Was in giving them away. Barbara, then, to you I give the last. May its meaning and its beauty Give you courage and hold you fast. Most sincerely, E dxd 6/96 >