I have a white sheet of paper on my pegboard to the right of my desk that tracks the last time that I’ve seen or talked to good friends. I find that if I don’t make the effort to stay in touch with some of the listed individuals, we lose contact, so I make the effort.
Recently, I noticed I hadn’t heard from Ken since early winter. Then I remembered that he passed away in the spring, and I had forgot to cross him off the list. It made me sad that Ken had become such a fleeting memory in my somewhat fragile mind.
Ken and I were buyers for competing supermarkets. We got to know each other through our shared passion for ingesting shellfish…