My first regret still stings.

In those days both radio and television reported his status constantly until the heart wrenching news that he had died from his injuries. He had chased a ball into the street and the path of a car. Earlier, as we stood in line waiting for the first graders to be called into the lunchroom he asked if I would be his best friend. "Next week." I replied,"Dave and I are best friends this week." I have not forgotten that hurt look after forty one years. Horrible me. I accept all friend requests now.
I could have filled that space in his yard and caught that ball...