A friend of mine died Saturday. I found out yesterday. He was murdered in his home. Steve was a good guy at heart but could be annoying. He had a know-it-all attitude, and sometimes made you feel like he was better than anyone around, yet he would give you the shirt off his hairy back. What is so sad about this, other than the senseless taking of Steve’s life, is the lack of action on my part and on Steve’s part to keep up our friendship.
We worked together for a couple years and hung out from time to time. But with my family growing and kids needing time and wife needing more help with the kids – the time I spent with friends dwindled to zero. Every once in a while Steve and I would chat or meet for lunch or early dinner. Eventually it faded to twice a year then once a year.
As a matter of fact I didn’t speak with Steve until he called me about an opening in his office. He told me they were hiring and if I wanted to break ranks from my current employer I’d be a good fit. I sent along my resume but never really followed up. We talked two other times after I sent my resume. The last time was around the 4th to set a lunch date for the 28th. Our work schedules are that busy, either that or we just weren’t all that concerned about getting together. When it’s someone you really want to see you will move mountains to get it done. For me and Steve it was a chance to eat a good meal catch up and go back to the way we were …
Don’t get me wrong. I’ll miss him, but I won’t miss him. He was not a part of my everyday life. I’m just saddened by my own inactions to maintain a friendship I valued at one time.