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My friend Jack

Jack and I used to work together.

He's taller than me, bald and very smart.

Every morning we'd hit the break room for coffee and some conversation — which usually lasted throughout the day. Often it was religious. Jack's very well read and if the they gave out PhDs in Theology for just a general, rock-solid knowledge of Christianity, Jack would have several.

I miss him.

Oh, it's not that anything is wrong.

Jack and his family are fine.

But I simply miss him.

I miss the conversation, the lunches, and the friendship. I miss hearing about his family and what he was planning for the weekend.

I miss a conversation between two men about something more than football.

Funny thing, too, Jack and I work in the same town.

He's my friend and, over the past several months I've let that friendship slide.

And that's wrong.

I need to call Jack.

I need to tell him I miss him.

I need to be a better friend.

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Br. Jack+, LC said…
And I am just a guilty! I love you, bub.
October 12, 2008 at 8:01 AM
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