Time goes by
I’m having to let go of Randy’s friends because clearly they have let go of me.
I get it—it’s been 3 years. But it’s hard for me because they are the only people outside family who knew Randy and have stories to tell and can remember him with me. But they were never really my friends. Most of my friends either never met or didn’t know Randy well.
There are a few remaining who get in touch now and then—a text, phone call, card. Reminding me that they remember him and are sorry for me. It means a lot.