(at school picnic)
Wonderful Wife: “It’s been about half an hour since they checked in. Can you see our kids?”
Me: “Lemme look.”
(stands up, scans large field of active children)
WW: “And?”
Me: “Yes, I can see them. They’re good.”
WW: “What are they doing?”
Me: “He’s with a group of his friends and it looks like they’re daring each other to eat dirt. She’s chasing some older boys and throwing mulch at them.”
(long pause)
WW: “Sounds about right.”
Me: “Situation Normal.”
(sits back down)
We lost a very good friend this past weekend, quite suddenly.
Losing a dear friend suddenly is never easy, but losing a distant friend is hard.
So many well-intentioned promises to visit more often. So many opportunities wasted.
Your condolences, your thoughts and prayers are nice. Thank you. But this time, do me a favor — no, do yourself a favor — and reach out to an old friend you haven’t seen in awhile. Talk. Laugh. Relive some glory days. It will be good for you both.
We don’t have our friends forever, folks.
Use the little time you have.
Don’t wait.
Be that guy.
Take the initiative.
Reach out.
(long sigh)
We don’t have them forever.
Very Vocal Viking 