Too many apologies
I've been thinking a lot about my friend who was lost last Tuesday in a tragic car accident. I'm remembering the lessons he taught me. This friend of mine loved people and he loved listening. He kept his schedule flexible so that he could be there for you whenever you needed him, regardless of everything else he had going on in his life. We were going to build an amazing friendship...we had this connection which made our conversations flow so naturally. I was endlessly curious about him and who he really was underneath his constant joking...he sometimes came across as not all that serious but every now and then I would ask him a question about his field he would quote all of the top scholars on the subject and instantly articulate a gem of an answer. He always commented on how much he enjoyed talking with me and I was curious about that too...about exactly why he enjoyed talking to me when I could never articulate my ideas...could never remember who I was...