I have been keeping up with my oldest friends via Facebook, which is the nicest feature of the thing for me. I haven’t done this good a job of staying in touch since I left Ohio for Arizona back in 1996.
Yesterday, I spent a good chunk of the day chatting on Facebook with Bill. Of the surviving high school group, I have known him the longest; it seems everyone has. Although we didn’t become close friends until my sophomore year, we were in the same Cub Scout pack in elementary school. So, what? That would be the third grade, I think.
As it turns out, Bill has been cycling; all a part of reducing his spare tire, which wears a bit heavier on him than most I suppose. Bill is diabetic; the juvenile variety. I remember a conversation with a third party while living in Phoenix about the expected lifespan of folks with juvenile diabetes. The guy was being a bit of a jerk and I was getting very upset because the implication was that Bill wouldn’t be around much longer in my life. That was over ten years ago. Bill turned forty-one last fall.
He has a cycling race coming up. He is racing with Team in Training, a fund-raising branch of the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society. Yeah, that Team in Training. He told me he was racing for me.
I cried.
Between Bill and <lj-user=philhasablog>, that makes two.
My cup is spilling all over the place…
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