I'm a Terrible Friend
Sure, this is a friend who asked for my address once to announce his wedding and a second time to announce his divorce. But at least he felt enough of a connection to me to share these life-changing events.
I like to think that distance is a factor. For four years, we lived in the same city and met over a Scrabble board nearly every week. We made more than a few out-of-state road trips together. But then I lost my job and had to move eight hours away when I found another one. Now we live only about 3½ hours apart, but that is still too much of a distance for a normal relationship.
Or is it? This takes me back to my wife’s friends on the other side of the country who call her on their lunch breaks or while driving home from work.
I don’t know whether the error of my ways is a man thing or an introvert thing or just a me-being-an-ass thing. But I do know that there has to be a better way.
So I hope I can somehow make this right. Within an hour of reading my friend’s letter, I sat down and wrote him back. And I plan to visit him next week.
This can never make up for my two-year absence, but at least it’s a start.
Lewis, you have the address of this blog now. I hope you read this post.