I just found out that a good friend of mine from high school died on Saturday, due to complications from surgery. He was 31.
We were really close in high school, and hung out a handful of times in college (I went to school near Philly, he was in Allentown), but I haven’t seen or heard from him in over 10 years. He is someone that I always – always – thought I would be in touch with again one day.
I’m going to the viewing on Friday night, but haven’t decided yet about the funeral on Saturday. It’s weird, because I haven’t seen him in so long and yet we used to be so close. His folks might not recognize my face, but I know they will remember my name. What the hell am I supposed to say to them?
This news has upset me more than I expected it to. My brother called and told me about it an hour or so ago, and at first I was kind of in shock. ‘Thanks for letting me know, but I can’t make any of the services,’ etc. Then I thought about it for a few minutes and decided I wanted to send a letter to Chuck’s parents, so I called my brother back and asked him if I could e-mail something to him and would he give it to them for me. He agreed. But then I thought about it some MORE, and realized that I should really go to at least the viewing. So I’ll leave work early on Friday to beat the traffic, and hang out at my mom’s until it’s time to go to the viewing. I called one of the only friends I’m still in touch with from high school, because she was friends with Chuck, too, and she’ll be meeting me at the funeral home.
This isn’t right, dammit! I was supposed to get to talk to him again, and tell him how much our friendship meant to me, and get to hear him sing again!