So I had this friend in college. One of the ten or so I made my freshman year that I swore would be my friends for life. We kept in touch for a few years after college. Even went to see him every now and then when he was working in my state. Lost track of him a few years ago when he headed for law school.
I'm not sure what he's doing now but I think of him often. I remember of how he sent secret flowers to a friend of ours he was crazy about; I remember how he used to meet me for breakfast all tired after working a night shift; I remember the elaborate date he staged for a two month anniversary with his girlfriend; I remember the time we went to see Handel's Messiah performed at a little church in the middle of nowhere Virginia and there was an old man in the row in front of us wearing plaid, flannel pants and how we tried unsuccessfully not to laugh out loud; I remember learning to love old hymns with him and praying with him; worrying with him and laughing with him.
I'm praying for you Michael, wherever you might be.
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