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Thursday, May 6, 2010

True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost. - Charles Caleb Colton

Cinco de Mayo always reminds me of my friend K, whom I miss terribly. K and I met while working at a bar in college, and we were close friends for 15 years. We saw each other through so many things - college graduation, messy breakups, job changes, his mom's death, countless cross-country and international moves. He was a constant visitor wherever I lived, and is the only person alive who could name all the places I've lived since college graduation - even I forget one or two. (There are nine.)

When he told me he wouldn't come to Scotland for my wedding last year, I was heartbroken and wrote him an email to tell him so. I've re-read it so many times, and it's not rude or cruel, just sad. I've not heard from him since.

It took a long time to actually realize that K wasn't going to answer my emails, that he really did un-facebook friend me (the horrors!), that he really erased me from his life. I kept thinking he was busy, or sulking. The realization of my expendability was perhaps the most shattering part - that he can go on without me. That I had a different vision of our friendship.

I suppose it is possible to mourn the living. That's all I can do - pretend that K was a friend in a former life. Remember his face every Cinco de Mayo and St. Patrick's Day, giggle at memories, remember the laughs - so many laughs! - and stop wishing.

1 comment:

Sunflowery said...

Having been through a similar unpleasant realization about a long term friend some years back, you have my sympathy. I have simply decided that there are some people who grace our lives for a season (some longer than others) and for whatever reason the season changes just enough that it is no longer recognizable. We mourn its passing nonetheless...