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  • Today is your birthday. I saw it on Facebook.

    I wished you happy birthday, thinking "I really should call and tell him I miss him"
    Your lovely bride "liked" my good wishes, which is not like her. She hates me.
    I went to your page.
    Entry after entry of "We miss you!" "Wish you were here!" and "We love you!"
    I think "What the..." and message said lovely bride.
    Who tells me you died last June.
    Almost a year ago.
    And I didn't know.
    And I didn't suspect.
    Because I haven't called you.
    Because while I was posting all my Obama shit, you were posting all your Romney shit.
    And we can't have that, can we?

    I'm sitting here with big fat tears rolling down because of what I've lost:
    The guy who adopted me my first week at school because I looked lost
    The guy who took me home on the weekend because he wanted me to meet his folks
    The guy who joined me on a week-long camping trip through Canada. What adventures we had!!
    The guy who put on "Mother's Lumpy Gravy" while we tripping and I saw mustard.
    The guy who snuck me into his dorm, climbed through a transom and unlocked the door so I'd have a place to sleep.
    The guy who invited me to his wedding.
    The guy who I lost touch with when I left Baltimore.
    The guy who...

    And I'm the guy who never responded to your note to call you.

    Now I get to be the guy who lives to regret the loss of a friend.

    I'm sorry Tim. You deserved better.

    Happy Birthday.
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