Why does it take the ultimate separation - death, to make you appreciate those childhood or family friends that you never really bothered to get to know as well as you could have.
It makes me wish I asked more questions. It makes me wish I was more attentive. It makes me wish I could have offered comfort that I didn’t know was needed. But we all need comfort, and too often our self concentric human disposition blinds us from humanity.
I can only feel a caustic numbness after losing another fellow human too soon.