Looking out the window memories pass or is it time that passes. Memories of the little girl laughing and playing with the boy under a green oak tree. The next scene that passes of another memory, your first date for homecoming you laughing holding your dates hand. The next memory is of years later when childhood passed. Young adults sharing our first job sitting across from one another working side by side always at each others side. Flash forward the next scene my swollen belly and your hand gently caressing it talking to my child. Excitement in your eyes anticipating the arrival of your best friends child. The last and final scene you in your casket days before my child's arrival. Looking away from the window seeing my child fills me with love and deep sadness for the memories she'll never have of her mothers bestfriend.