an old tree

Walking in my childhood neighborhood with two of my children today, I came upon the stump of an old tree. I remember this tree, so big, so full of shade, a long time friend. 

As we crossed the street to count its rings, we came upon a few notes left to the tree by neighborhood children.  It is worth sharing their gratitude for such a silent but significant friend.

Goodbye old friend.

Thank you.

You were a good tree.