Dear John,
A long time ago, we were best friends. I met you in seventh grade on the football field. When I was 24, it was you who accompanied me on the premier adventure of my life—when we flew to Alaska and hired a bush pilot to drop us off on Admiralty Island for most of a week. We drank a lot of beers together and every Thursday was taco night.
Later, we drifted apart. I left the bar stool and life changed. We began to socialize in different circles. We lost touch.
Yesterday I heard that you had died. I tried in vain to find an obituary. Your landline is disconnected. So, I have to believe you have left the Earth just as sure as we felt like we had left the planet when we arrived in Alaska in a storm with all of those brown bears roaming around.
I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to say goodbye.
Take Care Old Friend,
Kevin
Old friends, although having drifted part, are never forgotten.
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John's cousin informed me that he died at home of a heart attack.
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