For me, running into old friends at the grocery store is an unexpected perk of small-town living. One of the oddest things about returning to live in the town where you grew up is hearing about tragedies in real-time. Unbeknownst to me, living 4 hours away acted as a filter for bad news. Every kind of news travels fast around here, though. The tragic death of an old, dear friend hit pretty hard this weekend, and I almost immediately thought of this image by Robert Montgomery (found via designworklife). It's a sentiment I've found myself really considering this week.
Rough around the edges is a pretty fair description of my friend. Most importantly, however, the friend I knew was loyal, kind, supportive, and smart. We had lost touch over the years and I've spent the last few days regretting losing the opportunity to reach out. I've also come to the conclusion that living with regret is definitely not where I want to be. In honor of the friend I knew- the one with an infectious laugh, huge smile, and sweet soul- I'm going to work harder to keep in touch with the people I care about. And maybe, just maybe, this is an opportunity for you to reach out to an old friend and tell him how much you adored him.