On loosing a friend …

I just heard that a former friend of mine died recently. We met when we were five years old at Old Saint Augustine Grade School. We served mass together as altar boys throughout grade school. And when we graduated, we went on to attend the same high school. Shortly before graduation we had a bitter argument and he said he never wanted to talk to me again and that I should pray to see the light. We never did talk after that, and I think that I was able to see the light without praying.

He went his way and I went mine and we never met again. My only regret is that this was the only argument I ever had that was never resolved. He was the only friend I ever lost. And we never had the chance to say that we were sorry. It’s tough to lose a friend — we really have so few and we need to hold on to all that we have.

For what it’s worth I’ll say I’m sorry, Ron — even though you were wrong.