What are you going to do?
Today I received an email from an old friend who hasn't spoken to me since February. For the third time, he bailed on our friendship for whatever reasons he had.
The email just said one thing. "Thanks."
I still read his blog, because I still care. I still want to see how he's doing, make sure he's OK. You see, he's in Iraq with the Army Corp of Engineers. He's working as an archeologist and he's identifying bones in mass graves. Grueling work both emotionally and physically.
However, before he left, and when we were still friends and my opinion meant something to him, he was sending me chapters of his novel. A fantasy novel. I would read and make comments for better or for worse, and in general, he would listen to me and even delight in some of the things I had to say.
Recently, he wrote in his blog about the things he missed. Some of the thing he had been missing were chapters 10 and 11, because he was finding it hard to write chapters 12, 13 and 14 without them. Fore some reason, he didn't bring a copy of them with him.
I didn't think twice. I contacted his best friend, and asked for his mailing address (I had long since deleted all my emails from him. Everything. Even the ones that had made me cry with happiness). His friend was happy to oblige me. Then I realized that he didn't want contact with me. At all. So, I left the novel on his friend's doorstep, and left note requesting he hang onto it or send it on to him.
Attached to the email today was his novel, including chapters I hadn't read. I haven't sat down to read them, but I will. I wrote back, "You're Welcome."
What else is there to do?
The email just said one thing. "Thanks."
I still read his blog, because I still care. I still want to see how he's doing, make sure he's OK. You see, he's in Iraq with the Army Corp of Engineers. He's working as an archeologist and he's identifying bones in mass graves. Grueling work both emotionally and physically.
However, before he left, and when we were still friends and my opinion meant something to him, he was sending me chapters of his novel. A fantasy novel. I would read and make comments for better or for worse, and in general, he would listen to me and even delight in some of the things I had to say.
Recently, he wrote in his blog about the things he missed. Some of the thing he had been missing were chapters 10 and 11, because he was finding it hard to write chapters 12, 13 and 14 without them. Fore some reason, he didn't bring a copy of them with him.
I didn't think twice. I contacted his best friend, and asked for his mailing address (I had long since deleted all my emails from him. Everything. Even the ones that had made me cry with happiness). His friend was happy to oblige me. Then I realized that he didn't want contact with me. At all. So, I left the novel on his friend's doorstep, and left note requesting he hang onto it or send it on to him.
Attached to the email today was his novel, including chapters I hadn't read. I haven't sat down to read them, but I will. I wrote back, "You're Welcome."
What else is there to do?
posted by World Girl at 11:13 PM
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