There was a man I once knew. The way we met was kind of odd, but we became friends. He was there when I was at my lowest and he helped lift me out of a deep dark place. For years I knew all would be ok as long as he was my friend. In a lot of ways he was more of a brother to me then my one real brother. I am really worried about him now. I have not seen or heard anything from him in over a year, although it was not uncommon for him to disappear for a time, he has never been gone this long without a word. A few years ago we nearly lost him to pneumonia, but he recovered. I am worried with all this pandemic stuff he could have died. There is one person that could tell me what happened to him, but I have not seen her in nearly as long, and I do not know where she is now. I saw on the net she was selling her house, so she could be anywhere now.
The reason I am bring this up is I was looking at some things I kept from long ago and I found his picture. I was going to try to email him, but I found I forgot his email address. It has faded out of my mind, just as the photo was fading. It is sad but I think maybe some day my memory of him may fade to, but I will never forget what he did for me back then. If not for his input in my life when I was emotionally broken I would not be here today. My advice to everyone is : If you have friends that you value do not lose track of them.
