Make The Call

 

Make The Call

I should call my old friend Craig.  We had some great times together in that one summer so long ago.  We climbed trees, rode bikes and threw frisbees all summer long.  We had just one summer together before he moved away, but it was the best summer of my life.  Since then, he’s always been on my mind, and I always wanted to call him to find out what his life was like, but I was afraid he wouldn’t remember that summer as fondly as I did.  Maybe it hadn’t been such a big deal to him.  After all, it was just one summer.  So I didn’t call. 

Craig hung out at our house so much that my mother thought of him as second son.  Since then, she has asked me a number of times whatever happened to him.  She said I should call him, but I didn’t call. 

I searched online and found out Craig went to an elite school, had a great career in a big city, and travelled the world.  His social media posts showed countless friends and admirers. I was sure he wouldn’t remember me, just one kid from one summer. So I didn’t call.

More years passed, my curiosity grew, and I realized life was too short to wait any longer.  When I called, his wife answered the phone.  She instantly knew who I was because Craig talked so much about me.  He told her all about that great summer when we were best friends.  He followed me online and meant to call me, but he put it off because he didn’t know if I’d remember him.  She said he died just a week ago.    

I meant to call my mom and tell her the sad news.  She had been so fond of him.  But maybe she didn’t remember him like I did.  He was just one friend from one summer.  I figured she didn’t remember, so I didn’t call her.