When I was fourteen, I met a girl named Rebecca – Becca, as she would come to be known to me. She was petite, with the blondest of blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was one of my first friends at a new school and one of my best high school friends.
We spent many a-Friday night watching the movie-of-the-week at the small town theatre, followed, of course, by a drink at Sonic. Sans dates, we hit up prom together one spring. She was sweet enough to let me raid her wardrobe before a cross-country trip I took one summer. We attended state conferences together and played basketball together – the one season that I decided to pretend to want to be athletic. When a classmate passed away, I remember sitting next to Becca at the funeral, clinging to her hand as we cried in the pew of the church. We did somersaults down a sloped lawn one night, laughing until our sides hurt. And when she got married in the summer of 2006, I got to stand up next to her.
Over the years, we lost touch – save the occasional ‘like’ of a picture or status on Facebook. Once diligent about sending anniversary and birthday cards, I let that priority fall aside. And now I won’t have the chance to reconnect with my old friend – Becca tragically is no longer on this Earth. Her two small children have lost their mother and her husband his wife. My heart breaks for them.
Earlier this week, as I dug through a tub of old photos, I was flooded with memories and regrets. I’m sad that I lost Becca before I had to lose her. There is no good excuse for allowing time and distance and LIFE to severe friendships that should last a lifetime – however long that may be.
That long-lost-best-friend from way-back-when? You should reach out and reconnect. It’s not too late – until it’s too late.