I hope the new year has found you all safe, healthy, and happy.
My father received news that one of his childhood friends had passed away from cancer on Sunday. It was known for some time that his health was failing, but despite the advance warning it was still shocking and sad for my dad. He forwarded an e-mail to me and my brothers that he had written to Uncle Benny’s family, detailing the story of how he had met Uncle Benny when he was 11, and how the two of them and Uncle Max had grown up together like brothers. Over the years the three of them had moved to different parts of the world but still kept in touch. His only regret was that they weren’t able to meet in person as much as they would have liked. The last time he saw Uncle Benny was when our family travelled to Ottawa, years and years ago. I still remember the visit.
Reading my dad’s story made me think of my own friends. I met my closest friends when I was about 11 or 12. We grew up together and although we went to different universities we kept in touch constantly and gathered together as often as possible. Now, as we navigate our own lives and have spread out a little more, we still try to keep in touch and meet as much as we can. I know that the inevitable will happen, when one day we’ll have to part company for all time, but I hope that won’t happen anytime soon.
"All the right friends in all the right places, so yeah, we're going down"
