On May 19, 1973, a former friend of mine got married. I was the best man at his wedding. Exactly one year before he met his wife at a Cometogether dance in Queens. After he was married, our friendship deteriorated. He looked down upon me as I was not married at that time and didn't even have a girlfriend. In November 1974, he made a snide remark over the phone. After that, we never contacted each other, and our friendship ended.
I never had any desire to reconnect with him. I found his son on Facebook and noted that my old friend has two grandsons. I don't harbor any bitterness toward him, but I was disappointed our friendship ended. Relationships can be very fragile. I think of him every May 19.
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