I received information that a dear friend of mine died the other night. I was invited to his funeral...the card read thus:
Time: 6-8 o'clock
Place: Green Hills Memorial
Purpose: To mourn the loss of one, Greg Thomas, beloved friend and Guardian.
When I received it in the mail, I wished to tear it apart. Rip it...shred it...it drove me mad. For, I had loved him...and he had passed out of my life forever. Never would I forgive myself for letting him slip through my fingers. Never would I forgive the years for passing...aging him...making both of our bodies grow weak and frail.
Why? Why had I not gone to him when we were young and confessed that I adored him? Why did I wait like this? Biding my time like a fool? Why did I let time pass? Why did I let him age with my love? Why did I let my memories of him fade?
I missed him now. Never had I married, never had I loved another. For, he was the only one I ever cared for, and now he was gone...gone from my sight...gone from my reach...gone...
The ages had taken him from me. Aged him into oblivion. I would never forgive the years for aging...never forgive myself for ignoring...never...