He has a friend...you.

It's a peculiar thing, friendship, isn't it? Due to "circumstances beyond my control", I recently had to move away from my social network, and some very good friends. We still communicate, but it's different now, obviously. It seems that throughout life the number of friends, and the characters of those friendships changes with our status in the world, and of course, with age.

A few months ago, a childhood friend expired. We weren't terribly close the last few years, but still whenever we did get together, we picked up as though it had only been a short while since we last met up. I went to see him in his last 2 weeks, or so, before he passed on, and I tried (and succeeded to some extent) to make him laugh by bringing up some of the crazy stuff we did in our misbegotten youth. He was a very bright guy, and a devout Christian. Of course, his religiousness made no difference to me; he was my good friend, and he was dying. He never tried to "convert" me.

At his memorial, I kept thinking, " Should I get up and say something?" But, it seemed the speakers were pre-designated, and in fact, seemed to know him much better than I. I suppose he was always 18 year-old Josh to me; though, at that age, he was called Elvin. I also went by a different name at that age, and I don't know if he thought of me as that person when we got together. Doesn't matter now.

So, now I still consider Josh my friend, even though he truly exists only in the hearts of minds of those who knew and loved him.

We he has to have at least one friend? You did say he was your friend?

I love it when I can put 10 words or less together and just sit back and watch. The commentary has been very interesting! I didn’t know what to make of the site and that’s the first thing that I said to everyone here. The verdict is in… I dig you people!