Remembering: Part 1
Every year, around the anniversary of his death, I sit and think about a friend. I’ve done this for several July’s in a row. This year I did not. My daughter had been born and I was utterly distracted from my normal habits.
In high school he was an atheist. We often argued about God's existence (despite being in debate class I found political debates boring). In college, he had a break from reality connected to several bad habits he'd developed in high school.