It is at the sporting events that I am often reminded of Tom. At Saturday’s game, I barely held back the tears as BoBo’s team pummeled the opposition. He loved to watch BoBo play. He also would have enjoyed joining YaYa in the suck and spit routine they call eating sunflower seeds.
A few feet behind the stands, I made a call to one of our friends. Ed was mostly Tom’s friend. His friendship goes back many years prior to my knowing Tom. It’s been weeks since I’ve heard from him. He just disappeared. That has been how it is with most of “our” friends (that were mostly his). They have been more strangers than not.
I wonder if my phone call will help bring Ed out of the pain, or if it will awaken the pain that our friend has tried to bury. Ed didn’t call back. Neither did Les. I am afraid to reach out to Dan or George – afraid that they won’t call back either.
Maybe they will call me. Maybe I will change my mind and call them.