The trouble with old friends is that even if they don't gossip about you behind your back, or abandon you for someone they like better, or ultimately bore you, but instead amuse you the longer you know them, sharing your life and helping you through the hard times, they eventually still hurt you terribly by dying, leaving you bereft in a sea of strangers with nowhere to turn in the dark times. Ironically, the darkest time of all is when they're gone, which is when you need them the most.I'm still pissed (and sad) that one of my closest friends left this world three years and one month ago, suddenly and without warning, in a random meeting with an 18-wheeler. I hated not being able to say goodbye. Now another one is on the way out and even though I've had plenty of notice, it's no better.
Yeah yeah, I know -- that's life. Well, it sucks.
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