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All That Noise and Then Nothing

August 28, 2011

My neighbor of four years moved to San Diego today. I handed Rico my business card, gave him a hug, and said goodbye. There is a good chance that I will never see him again. It is weird knowing that you may never see someone again.

Rico was the first person to introduce himself to me four years ago when I moved into the Roxborough. It was a cold February night. He was sitting outside smoking a cigarette. Over the years we became friends. Not invite you over for dinner or go out for a drink friends, but neighbor friends. The kind of friend where you can tell them intimate details of your life, your fears, successes, work drama, dating life, because at the end of the day they don’t know the principals involved. Nor do they have a horse in the race. Rico was always supportive, kind, and said that I deserved whatever I wanted in life.

He was one of the first people I told that I wanted to go to France. When I would come home late from a date, he was the first to know how well (or bad it went). I remember standing with him in silence while snow fell quietly to the ground. And nothing needed to be said as we stood in awe of our surroundings.

I wrote a few years ago that, “Friendships weave back and forth along a timeline and you never know when they will cross again but you remain hopeful that they do.” Be well my friend. I hope you find what you are looking for in San Diego, and I remain hopeful that our paths will cross again.

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