A letter to Kimit

I guess I am very dense. Sorry. Maybe I should have picked up on the first non-responses to email. Or perhaps the missed Christmas card. But the no response to Mr. Bill did finally get through. Who can't respond to Mr. Bill? So I guess this is the end, but I had some things I wanted to say first. I don't have a clue as to what transpired the last time we saw each other that would make you want to completely disown me.

People come and go through our whole lives. And I believe that every one is important for the time. You are my oldest friend and my longest relationship outside of family. And while we haven't been close at all during our adult years I still consider you my best friend from my childhood. You are the only one from high school who I send xmas cards to. And you are the only one of all that time period that I would even care to still call my friend.

When I think of you I think of BCR and walls covered with posters. I think of the year we gave each other "Back in Black" for xmas. I think of the concerts we went to (I didn't go to another one until 1996). I think of SNL and how you thought Steve Martin and Mr. Bill so funny. Which is why that Mr. Bill commercial made me email you. Who else would I email about that?

Those last couple of years of high school were a changing time for us. And that is okay. I knew when you went to Spokane that you weren't coming back. I knew that you had to go away to have your life. But we always had xmas cards and then sporadic email. It was still a link to the friends that we started off as. Twelve years-old and falling in love with music. Remember the albums we had and how eclectic they were? Can you fathom how much money we spent on those albums?

So just know that I always always have thought of you fondly and warmly. I always wanted you to be happy and have all the things in life you needed. I know that you have made a life, home and family there in Spokane. So know that I will continue to think of you when songs come on the radio or when I see silly commercials that remind me of my youth. I'll just try really hard not to email you about it because you obviously don't want the connection anymore.
And while I can cut it off here, it will always be in my soul.