Endless sorrow, missing them ever so dearly. I was around 11–12 years old. My best friend was moving to the Philippines. His father was in the Navy and they lived in the US all of his life I think he made it to age 13? He was only one grade school older than me. I remember vividly that day. He went into that cloud 9 mini van and came to the door and said my name and stuck his hand out for me to shake. Door closed and he was off. I quickly went to the corner of the fence to watch the van drive by one last time.
The only thing I remember after that was blankness then I found myself taking a shower. Sobbing, crying, my heart was broken for the first time. I would never see him again. Maybe 12 years time passed and I found him on FB. I was thrilled to see him on FB but the feeling didn’t seem mutual.
We were best friends, during our child hood. We stole donuts and toys. We went to the movies all the time. We walked to and from school. We did all the fads together, biking, rollerblading, yo-yos. Whatever was big in the 90s we were into it together. Goddamn I miss that kid. Dennis Sauler. I’ll never forget him.