Last week was difficult for me, giving a eulogy
for my best friend of 54 years.
Although we lived in different cities, at times in different states,
we never missed calling each other two to three times a month.
For fifty four years, he never forgot my birthday. I always forgot his, and we laughed about it.
My parents treated him as the "unofficial third son", and he reciprocated in kind. A strong bond, like no other.
We did manage to see each other a couple of times a year, talking about what's new, what isn't, and who has left us.
We talked about our families, accomplishments of our children, and solved the political issues of the times. Of course, no one listened to us, and the world moved on.
He may have left this mortal earth, but he is still here, in unforgettable memories, and the laughter, and the smiles.
For that, I will always be thankful for the man I always called, "a brother." Roger, I will miss you, terribly!"
copyright January 21, 2014-Richard Riddle