Last week, I lost a college friend to suicide. It is such a tragedy, in so many ways. But personally, it is a tragedy for me in large part because I completely lost touch with this friend after college graduation.
I know that happens all the time, and I’m not really sure we would have ever been great friends. In fact, this particular friend used to annoy and irritate me all the time because we were very different. Or at least I thought we were very different, and so it was probably mostly my fault that we struggled to be friends.
All these years later, I realize that I should have told him how I really admired so many of his qualities: he was friendly, warm, sincere, talented, and very giving. Those things matter so much more than anything else in this life.
I hope I learned something from this experience. Starting today, I’m going to reach out to some old friends to let them know how precious they are. There is just no point in waiting until they are gone to remember the good things. And there is really no point in holding on to the memories of stuff that’s not so good, and probably not very important at all anyway.