Processing Bad News

Processing Bad News

A long time ago, when I was someone else entirely, I was friends with someone. At one point, we were more than friends. We stopped being more than friends, and then because I was a petulant teenager with no handle on emotion, we eventually stopped being friends.

I found out today that that person very recently died, and despite not having spoken to them for well over a decade, it punched me right in the gut.

I'd often thought about reaching out to say hello.  "One day", I said to myself.

Now that "One day" will never come.

I've reached out to another person that I used to be friends with. Someone who at one point, I was more than friends with.  Someone who I have slowly lost touch with. In time, I will try to reach out to others.

Reach out to the people that you regret losing touch with, because one day you won't be able to.

Goodbye, old friend, I wish I had reached out.