We’ll be friends forever, won’t we Pooh?» asked Piglet. «Even longer,» Pooh answered.
The first friend I lost was in 1995. She was 13, and I’m not sure why my mourning was so short. I had no idea who Alphaville was then, but I suppose we shared a belief: die young, or live forever. Leave the party during the set up, but never when the music is playing. And the music is so good right now.
A little while ago I read Calvin’s post about the many great friends he lost in the early 90’s and how hard it was to deal with. I remember thinking of all the great friends I lost in the last few years, hoping for at least a 50 year hiatus. I remember how sad I was because Calvin and I are a lot alike, and I know if his friends mean the same to him as…