A German once told me that a person never has more friends than fingers on one hand. To a 20-year old, that seemed absurdly low.
But today it feels on the high side because I recently lost a friend. Recently, is my interpretation because it’s possible this person checked out a while back, and I just didn’t realize it.
Losing a friend at any age is no fun. Yet this one stings because I have no idea what happened. For the past six months I’ve been trying to recreate the last time we saw each other. Was it something I said that day? Was it something I posted to Facebook or my blog that caused the rift? I’m at a loss.
The worst part is that I lost a good friend. A close second is not knowing why.
I’ve tried to reach out to this person on a number of occasions. I would like know what happened, but maybe that’s selfish. But I’m finished kicking myself over something I may or may not have done.
I’m still bummed about it though. This was my friend I could talk about what it was like going through a divorce and he understood because he’d gone through the same.
I find that the older I get, the more difficult it becomes to make friends. I don’t trust people as quickly, and I don’t get out as much to meet new people.
I suspect that not knowing why may not be the second worst part of losing a friend. That would be running into the friend and realizing he hadn’t given much thought to the situation.
2 thoughts on “Losing a Friend”
Odds are, it has nothing to do with you. We never can know what another human is going through.
Maybe so. But it’s not as if this person disappeared. He’s still around and active on Facebook. He very well could be dealing with something, but as a friend, wouldn’t you share that something was going on? What I think it more likely is that he didn’t consider me a close friend so there’s no sense of loss to him like there has been with me.
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