Jimmie "Jime" "Jim" Alden Page
Page High School Class of 1959
(1940-2018)
Jimmie, age 77, passed away on July 26, 2018 at 3:27 PM in the hospice facility in Grand Junction, Colorado.
Jimmie was born October 15, 1940, son of "Page Pioneers" O.W. Page & Billie Page; brother of Paul Allen Page '62 & Mack Page '63
Husband of #1 - Arla Marguerite Page of Buena Vista, CO (they had a son & a daughter) #2 - Mary Louise "Mary Lou" McKinnon of Montrose, CO & St. Ignace, MI.
Jimmie signed his name, "Jime", when he was the First Quarterback and Team Captain on the First Page HS Football Team, 1958-1959 school year. He was also the first artist to draw the PHS Sand Devil mascot, plus many artistic contributions to the school newspaper. He was a Class Officer, in Dramatics, and also played Basketball and Baseball as a member of the PHS Lettermans Club.
Jimmie's youngest brother, Mack Page '63, wrote on the day after his July 25th birthday:
"I thank all of you for the kind birthday wishes during a very dire time. I lost my older brother, Jimmie Page, today,
July 26, 2018 at 3:27 PM."
... and on July 30, 2018:
"Many thanks to all of you for your prayers and condolences. knowing many of you have your own heartfelt problems, it means a lot to me and his family that you took the time to pay him respect. Jimmie Page was a great person and awesome Big Brother! Due to his friendship and teachings, there will be a void in many lives that can never be filled.
God bless you all!"
On hearing that Jimmie was gone, his PHS classmate, Jerry Jumper '60, wrote: "In my yearbook I have a note from Jime. He was senior, I a junior, and we ran for Student Council president. Because there were lots more Juniors than Seniors, and with Bill Wright '60 on my side, I won. His note in my yearbook is gracious. Don't know what he did in life, but as a teenager he was about as good as it gets. Rest in peace, friend."
Ironically, on August 3, 2018, Jim "Spike" Heaton '60 emailed me after I called him and learned he now has email:
"Any news about jime page would be welcome. He was my best bud at dear old page high. regards. jim"
I think I remember that Jimmie was a Flight Instructor, Aviation Technology - Colorado Northwestern Community College (it began as Rangely College in 1962--teaching students to fly for over 40 years).
Mack Page wrote before Jimmie was gone, "Me big brother, Jimmie, went on to do great things in aviation. He's still my hero, as is my late brother Paul or Pappy!!"
Jimmie taught his father and both his younger brothers how to fly. After his surgery, while he was living in St. Ignace, Michigan, he traded his airplane for a boat and moved to Florida. By June 2016, he had sold the house in Florida and was living in the rental house in Colorado--still returning to Michigan at that time, too.
Shared by Mack Page '63 on Sept 25, 2010 & Nov 1, 2010:
A wonderful reminder from my dear brother, Jimmie.
Karla & I pass these thoughts on to you, our friends and family!
Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. The departure had been announced. Standing near the security gate they hugged, and the father said, "I love you, and I wish you enough." The daughter replied, "Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad." They kissed, and the daughter left. The father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there, I could see that he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be for the last time?" "Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this the last time you will say goodbye?" He said, "I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead, and the reality is--her next trip back will be for my funeral." I asked, "When you were saying goodbye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?" He began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone..." He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, then he smiled even more. "When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them." Then, turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory: "I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting. I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final goodbye. He then began to cry and walked away. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. TAKE TIME TO LIVE... To all my friends and loved ones, I WISH YOU ENOUGH
Great thoughts forwarded to me by my brother Jimmie!
MP
Attitude is everything.
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Live simply, Love generously, Care deeply, and Speak kindly.......
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...
It's about learning to dance in the rain.
To the KEEPERS in my life:
Dear Keeper,
I grew up in the 50s & 60s with practical parents. A mother, God Love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen before they had a name for it...A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones. Their marriage was good--their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now--Dad in trousers, T-shirt and a hat--Mom in a house dress, broom in one hand and dish towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress--things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing--I wanted, just once, to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more.
But, then, my mother died, and on that clear summer's night,in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that, sometimes, there isn't anymore. Sometimes what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return to this earth. So...while we have it...it's best we love it...and care for it...and fix it when it's broken...and heal it when it's sick. This is true...for marriage...and old cars...and children with bad report cards...dogs and cats with bad hips...and aging parents...and grandparents. We keep them, because they are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a best friend who moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special...and so, we keep them close!
Good friends are like stars... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there. Keep them close.
Page High School Class of 1959
(1940-2018)
Jimmie, age 77, passed away on July 26, 2018 at 3:27 PM in the hospice facility in Grand Junction, Colorado.
Jimmie was born October 15, 1940, son of "Page Pioneers" O.W. Page & Billie Page; brother of Paul Allen Page '62 & Mack Page '63
Husband of #1 - Arla Marguerite Page of Buena Vista, CO (they had a son & a daughter) #2 - Mary Louise "Mary Lou" McKinnon of Montrose, CO & St. Ignace, MI.
Jimmie signed his name, "Jime", when he was the First Quarterback and Team Captain on the First Page HS Football Team, 1958-1959 school year. He was also the first artist to draw the PHS Sand Devil mascot, plus many artistic contributions to the school newspaper. He was a Class Officer, in Dramatics, and also played Basketball and Baseball as a member of the PHS Lettermans Club.
Jimmie's youngest brother, Mack Page '63, wrote on the day after his July 25th birthday:
"I thank all of you for the kind birthday wishes during a very dire time. I lost my older brother, Jimmie Page, today,
July 26, 2018 at 3:27 PM."
... and on July 30, 2018:
"Many thanks to all of you for your prayers and condolences. knowing many of you have your own heartfelt problems, it means a lot to me and his family that you took the time to pay him respect. Jimmie Page was a great person and awesome Big Brother! Due to his friendship and teachings, there will be a void in many lives that can never be filled.
God bless you all!"
On hearing that Jimmie was gone, his PHS classmate, Jerry Jumper '60, wrote: "In my yearbook I have a note from Jime. He was senior, I a junior, and we ran for Student Council president. Because there were lots more Juniors than Seniors, and with Bill Wright '60 on my side, I won. His note in my yearbook is gracious. Don't know what he did in life, but as a teenager he was about as good as it gets. Rest in peace, friend."
Ironically, on August 3, 2018, Jim "Spike" Heaton '60 emailed me after I called him and learned he now has email:
"Any news about jime page would be welcome. He was my best bud at dear old page high. regards. jim"
I think I remember that Jimmie was a Flight Instructor, Aviation Technology - Colorado Northwestern Community College (it began as Rangely College in 1962--teaching students to fly for over 40 years).
Mack Page wrote before Jimmie was gone, "Me big brother, Jimmie, went on to do great things in aviation. He's still my hero, as is my late brother Paul or Pappy!!"
Jimmie taught his father and both his younger brothers how to fly. After his surgery, while he was living in St. Ignace, Michigan, he traded his airplane for a boat and moved to Florida. By June 2016, he had sold the house in Florida and was living in the rental house in Colorado--still returning to Michigan at that time, too.
Shared by Mack Page '63 on Sept 25, 2010 & Nov 1, 2010:
A wonderful reminder from my dear brother, Jimmie.
Karla & I pass these thoughts on to you, our friends and family!
Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. The departure had been announced. Standing near the security gate they hugged, and the father said, "I love you, and I wish you enough." The daughter replied, "Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad." They kissed, and the daughter left. The father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there, I could see that he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be for the last time?" "Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this the last time you will say goodbye?" He said, "I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead, and the reality is--her next trip back will be for my funeral." I asked, "When you were saying goodbye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?" He began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone..." He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, then he smiled even more. "When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them." Then, turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory: "I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting. I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final goodbye. He then began to cry and walked away. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. TAKE TIME TO LIVE... To all my friends and loved ones, I WISH YOU ENOUGH
Great thoughts forwarded to me by my brother Jimmie!
MP
Attitude is everything.
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Live simply, Love generously, Care deeply, and Speak kindly.......
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...
It's about learning to dance in the rain.
To the KEEPERS in my life:
Dear Keeper,
I grew up in the 50s & 60s with practical parents. A mother, God Love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen before they had a name for it...A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones. Their marriage was good--their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now--Dad in trousers, T-shirt and a hat--Mom in a house dress, broom in one hand and dish towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress--things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing--I wanted, just once, to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more.
But, then, my mother died, and on that clear summer's night,in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that, sometimes, there isn't anymore. Sometimes what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return to this earth. So...while we have it...it's best we love it...and care for it...and fix it when it's broken...and heal it when it's sick. This is true...for marriage...and old cars...and children with bad report cards...dogs and cats with bad hips...and aging parents...and grandparents. We keep them, because they are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a best friend who moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special...and so, we keep them close!
Good friends are like stars... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there. Keep them close.
Jimmie "Jime" "Jim" Alden Page
Page High School Class of 1959
(1940-2018)
Jimmie, age 77, passed away on July 26, 2018 at 3:27 PM in the hospice facility in Grand Junction, Colorado.
Jimmie was born October 15, 1940, son of "Page Pioneers" O.W. Page & Billie Page; brother of Paul Allen Page '62 & Mack Page '63
Husband of #1 - Arla Marguerite Page of Buena Vista, CO (they had a son & a daughter) #2 - Mary Louise "Mary Lou" McKinnon of Montrose, CO & St. Ignace, MI.
Jimmie signed his name, "Jime", when he was the First Quarterback and Team Captain on the First Page HS Football Team, 1958-1959 school year. He was also the first artist to draw the PHS Sand Devil mascot, plus many artistic contributions to the school newspaper. He was a Class Officer, in Dramatics, and also played Basketball and Baseball as a member of the PHS Lettermans Club.
Jimmie's youngest brother, Mack Page '63, wrote on the day after his July 25th birthday:
"I thank all of you for the kind birthday wishes during a very dire time. I lost my older brother, Jimmie Page, today,
July 26, 2018 at 3:27 PM."
... and on July 30, 2018:
"Many thanks to all of you for your prayers and condolences. knowing many of you have your own heartfelt problems, it means a lot to me and his family that you took the time to pay him respect. Jimmie Page was a great person and awesome Big Brother! Due to his friendship and teachings, there will be a void in many lives that can never be filled.
God bless you all!"
On hearing that Jimmie was gone, his PHS classmate, Jerry Jumper '60, wrote: "In my yearbook I have a note from Jime. He was senior, I a junior, and we ran for Student Council president. Because there were lots more Juniors than Seniors, and with Bill Wright '60 on my side, I won. His note in my yearbook is gracious. Don't know what he did in life, but as a teenager he was about as good as it gets. Rest in peace, friend."
Ironically, on August 3, 2018, Jim "Spike" Heaton '60 emailed me after I called him and learned he now has email:
"Any news about jime page would be welcome. He was my best bud at dear old page high. regards. jim"
I think I remember that Jimmie was a Flight Instructor, Aviation Technology - Colorado Northwestern Community College (it began as Rangely College in 1962--teaching students to fly for over 40 years).
Mack Page wrote before Jimmie was gone, "Me big brother, Jimmie, went on to do great things in aviation. He's still my hero, as is my late brother Paul or Pappy!!"
Jimmie taught his father and both his younger brothers how to fly. After his surgery, while he was living in St. Ignace, Michigan, he traded his airplane for a boat and moved to Florida. By June 2016, he had sold the house in Florida and was living in the rental house in Colorado--still returning to Michigan at that time, too.
Shared by Mack Page '63 on Sept 25, 2010 & Nov 1, 2010:
A wonderful reminder from my dear brother, Jimmie.
Karla & I pass these thoughts on to you, our friends and family!
Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. The departure had been announced. Standing near the security gate they hugged, and the father said, "I love you, and I wish you enough." The daughter replied, "Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad." They kissed, and the daughter left. The father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there, I could see that he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be for the last time?" "Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this the last time you will say goodbye?" He said, "I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead, and the reality is--her next trip back will be for my funeral." I asked, "When you were saying goodbye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?" He began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone..." He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, then he smiled even more. "When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them." Then, turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory: "I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting. I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final goodbye. He then began to cry and walked away. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. TAKE TIME TO LIVE... To all my friends and loved ones, I WISH YOU ENOUGH
Great thoughts forwarded to me by my brother Jimmie!
MP
Attitude is everything.
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Live simply, Love generously, Care deeply, and Speak kindly.......
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...
It's about learning to dance in the rain.
To the KEEPERS in my life:
Dear Keeper,
I grew up in the 50s & 60s with practical parents. A mother, God Love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen before they had a name for it...A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones. Their marriage was good--their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now--Dad in trousers, T-shirt and a hat--Mom in a house dress, broom in one hand and dish towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress--things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing--I wanted, just once, to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more.
But, then, my mother died, and on that clear summer's night,in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that, sometimes, there isn't anymore. Sometimes what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return to this earth. So...while we have it...it's best we love it...and care for it...and fix it when it's broken...and heal it when it's sick. This is true...for marriage...and old cars...and children with bad report cards...dogs and cats with bad hips...and aging parents...and grandparents. We keep them, because they are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a best friend who moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special...and so, we keep them close!
Good friends are like stars... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there. Keep them close.
Page High School Class of 1959
(1940-2018)
Jimmie, age 77, passed away on July 26, 2018 at 3:27 PM in the hospice facility in Grand Junction, Colorado.
Jimmie was born October 15, 1940, son of "Page Pioneers" O.W. Page & Billie Page; brother of Paul Allen Page '62 & Mack Page '63
Husband of #1 - Arla Marguerite Page of Buena Vista, CO (they had a son & a daughter) #2 - Mary Louise "Mary Lou" McKinnon of Montrose, CO & St. Ignace, MI.
Jimmie signed his name, "Jime", when he was the First Quarterback and Team Captain on the First Page HS Football Team, 1958-1959 school year. He was also the first artist to draw the PHS Sand Devil mascot, plus many artistic contributions to the school newspaper. He was a Class Officer, in Dramatics, and also played Basketball and Baseball as a member of the PHS Lettermans Club.
Jimmie's youngest brother, Mack Page '63, wrote on the day after his July 25th birthday:
"I thank all of you for the kind birthday wishes during a very dire time. I lost my older brother, Jimmie Page, today,
July 26, 2018 at 3:27 PM."
... and on July 30, 2018:
"Many thanks to all of you for your prayers and condolences. knowing many of you have your own heartfelt problems, it means a lot to me and his family that you took the time to pay him respect. Jimmie Page was a great person and awesome Big Brother! Due to his friendship and teachings, there will be a void in many lives that can never be filled.
God bless you all!"
On hearing that Jimmie was gone, his PHS classmate, Jerry Jumper '60, wrote: "In my yearbook I have a note from Jime. He was senior, I a junior, and we ran for Student Council president. Because there were lots more Juniors than Seniors, and with Bill Wright '60 on my side, I won. His note in my yearbook is gracious. Don't know what he did in life, but as a teenager he was about as good as it gets. Rest in peace, friend."
Ironically, on August 3, 2018, Jim "Spike" Heaton '60 emailed me after I called him and learned he now has email:
"Any news about jime page would be welcome. He was my best bud at dear old page high. regards. jim"
I think I remember that Jimmie was a Flight Instructor, Aviation Technology - Colorado Northwestern Community College (it began as Rangely College in 1962--teaching students to fly for over 40 years).
Mack Page wrote before Jimmie was gone, "Me big brother, Jimmie, went on to do great things in aviation. He's still my hero, as is my late brother Paul or Pappy!!"
Jimmie taught his father and both his younger brothers how to fly. After his surgery, while he was living in St. Ignace, Michigan, he traded his airplane for a boat and moved to Florida. By June 2016, he had sold the house in Florida and was living in the rental house in Colorado--still returning to Michigan at that time, too.
Shared by Mack Page '63 on Sept 25, 2010 & Nov 1, 2010:
A wonderful reminder from my dear brother, Jimmie.
Karla & I pass these thoughts on to you, our friends and family!
Recently I overheard a father and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. The departure had been announced. Standing near the security gate they hugged, and the father said, "I love you, and I wish you enough." The daughter replied, "Dad, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I wish you enough, too, Dad." They kissed, and the daughter left. The father walked over to the window where I was seated. Standing there, I could see that he wanted and needed to cry. I tried not to intrude on his privacy, but he welcomed me in by asking, "Did you ever say goodbye to someone knowing it would be for the last time?" "Yes, I have," I replied. "Forgive me for asking, but why is this the last time you will say goodbye?" He said, "I am old, and she lives so far away. I have challenges ahead, and the reality is--her next trip back will be for my funeral." I asked, "When you were saying goodbye, I heard you say, 'I wish you enough.' May I ask what that means?" He began to smile. "That's a wish that has been handed down from other generations. My parents used to say it to everyone..." He paused a moment and looked up as if trying to remember it in detail, then he smiled even more. "When we said, 'I wish you enough,' we were wanting the other person to have a life filled with just enough good things to sustain them." Then, turning toward me, he shared the following as if he were reciting it from memory: "I wish you enough sun to keep your attitude bright no matter how gray the day may appear. I wish you enough rain to appreciate the sun even more. I wish you enough happiness to keep your spirit alive and everlasting. I wish you enough pain so that even the smallest of joys in life may appear bigger. I wish you enough gain to satisfy your wanting. I wish you enough loss to appreciate all that you possess. I wish you enough hellos to get you through the final goodbye. He then began to cry and walked away. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them. TAKE TIME TO LIVE... To all my friends and loved ones, I WISH YOU ENOUGH
Great thoughts forwarded to me by my brother Jimmie!
MP
Attitude is everything.
Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.
Live simply, Love generously, Care deeply, and Speak kindly.......
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...
It's about learning to dance in the rain.
To the KEEPERS in my life:
Dear Keeper,
I grew up in the 50s & 60s with practical parents. A mother, God Love her, who washed aluminum foil after she cooked in it, then reused it. She was the original recycle queen before they had a name for it...A father who was happier getting old shoes fixed than buying new ones. Their marriage was good--their dreams focused. Their best friends lived barely a wave away. I can see them now--Dad in trousers, T-shirt and a hat--Mom in a house dress, broom in one hand and dish towel in the other. It was the time for fixing things. A curtain rod, the kitchen radio, screen door, the oven door, the hem in a dress--things we keep. It was a way of life, and sometimes it made me crazy. All that re-fixing, eating, renewing--I wanted, just once, to be wasteful. Waste meant affluence. Throwing things away meant you knew there would always be more.
But, then, my mother died, and on that clear summer's night,in the warmth of the hospital room, I was struck with the pain of learning that, sometimes, there isn't anymore. Sometimes what we care about most gets all used up and goes away...never to return to this earth. So...while we have it...it's best we love it...and care for it...and fix it when it's broken...and heal it when it's sick. This is true...for marriage...and old cars...and children with bad report cards...dogs and cats with bad hips...and aging parents...and grandparents. We keep them, because they are worth it. Some things we keep. Like a best friend who moved away or a classmate we grew up with. There are just some things that make life important, like people we know who are special...and so, we keep them close!
Good friends are like stars... You don't always see them, but you know they are always there. Keep them close.
