We lost an old friend recently. His funeral was yesterday. While I certainly didn’t know him as well as many others I’m close to, there is a significant part of my story that has been altered.
It’s hard to notice personal change. Our bodies move imperceptibly along an ebbing margin. Only when we cross into the presence of others who’ve gone from our constant sight do we realize ourselves. What ten years or twenty can do.
In a photograph, I saw the face of time and struggle. I felt how much distance there is between people and how easy it is to let go.
And when it isn’t.
Today it seems the radio is remembering a young death and reminding me of the good times and the weird times and the hard times when we ran in foggy circles together.