Happy Birthday John—today you’re 57 years old. I have already done the friendship testament to you a couple of years ago and I was surprised at how many entries you have in this blog. I misplaced you phone number again and spent time on ZabaSearch and US Dex and finally called Tom and had a good visit with your older brother. The batteries in my cell are depleted and are being charged and I did call your number twice but you were already gone for the day. Maybe I’ll try tomorrow at your office for a belated birthday wish. It’s no big deal and I’ll not publish an image this year as I have done on years past when I have remembered you birthday.
Farther and farther apart we drift, over the years, distance and experiences. On this ocean of time, we have to paddle madly just to keep updated on each others lives. I don’t know why keeping in touch is important to me it just is. Like as long as I know where you are, your phone, an address, I can call you if I need to. But why would I need you, in another state and another life? It’s not like you are going to drop everything and run down to Utah to jump start my car, pick me up off the floor or help me remember something very important that happened in Ms Petersons 3rd grade class. Maybe its just the memory I need to keep alive, as fresh as I can; maybe it because as long as I can verify that you are alive and doing well or just doing OK, that means I am alive and just doing too. And that is how we live/exist in this, our 57th year. Happy Birthday old friend and any more.
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I cried. So very sad.
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