Saturday, December 25, 2010

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...

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