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We grew up together, he and I…and recently he appeared within my thoughts

for I kept growing have had a full life…but he…well, he did not.

He died when we were young…to young…certainly too young to die…

He died before he got the chance to live…before I had the chance to say goodbye.

Before he had the chance to experience all the wonders that were due him

Before I had the chance to thank him…in the short time that I knew him.

To thank him for his friendship, before his world went numb

For helping me be the person I was back then…and the person I have become.

Everyone who crosses our paths impacts us is like a shining star

glowing, if even for short while, and influencing who we are.

I remember once we were playing with matches when our plans when a little haywire

and the open field across the street from his house…

well…we set the whole thing of fire.

No one was hurt, nothing damaged…but we both caught a lot of grief…

You see his father wasn’t just his father…he was our city’s fire chief.

Perhaps there are better examples…that if I searched my memories I could find 

but for whatever reason this is the first memory that popped into my mind.

It reminds me of a time we were young and innocent …before the time he died…

When making mistakes was easier…with a friend right by your side.

Perhaps that’s why I remembered this moment 

because, before his life would end,

he taught me a most important lesson…

how to be a friend.

Perhaps that’s what memories do…

they allow us to remember the who, the how…the why

so even when a friends is gone…

we don’t have to say goodbye.