Reflection of the Death of Calvin

Yesterday, I read a piece about Calvin's death. I'm unsure of the writer but the piece resonated with me, causing a huge wave of sadness and anger.

The piece was difficult to read because it talks about a growing up, a lost friendship, regret because of broken promises, and finally forgiveness.

One thing is inevitable, time moves everything forward. If there is one thing I remember as a child, was the sadness of losing moments of happiness. I first experienced this when I was probably around five or six years old, living in New Orleans, and I had just had a sleepover with friends. We had played tag, eaten Chunky soup, watched Dumbo, and had pillow fights. The next Sunday night, a night before school, I remember lying in bed and looking at the second bed in my room. I was wondering where those moments went and why they couldn't come back. I was so sad my throat was knotted, and wanted to cry. Why couldn't these moments of happiness stay with me? Why couldn't these friends stay with me?

I've lost friends before, and continue to lose touch with friends. It's something I've gotten used to, being that I've moved so often in my past. Keeping in touch was never really an option since the internet wasn't an option. Writing letters seemed pointless because I never heard my parents keeping in touch with old friends. It's something I rarely do now.