I wrote this one year ago today. My closest friend - someone who was as close to a brother I had down here in NC - died December 5, 2015.
I still miss him.
Life happens. People grow apart. People take one another for granted. People lose touch, and despite their best intentions, don’t often say or show how they appreciate the people who care about them in their lives.
One of my best friends died this morning. I had just texted him last night. It’s normal to forget about someone who was once a huge part of your life when they’re isolated from you.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is, reach out again. A call or a text can mean so much.
Russell, you will be missed.