My question of the day is "If your plane fell out of the skies, who would you call with your last goodbye?"I really don't know. As silly as this sounds, I think one of the people I would want to call is James and his family. Don't get the wrong idea here, James is 6.
I was there when his parents brought him home, when he got sick and when he got better. I swear the moment that kid was born I was always at their house and I left with puke all over me. I loved living next door to that kid. He was my rainbow on a cloudy day. He became my best friend....
