A while back, I had the rare opportunity to hang out with two of my best friends at the same time. Back in the day (late 1990’s), I lived with one of the guys and the other was over at our apartment 3-4 times per week. Getting together was easy and frequent. Even after my roommate moved out and eventually moved to the other side of the state, we still found ways to get together regularly.
In 2006-2007, all three of us got married. Over the next four years, each of us had two kids. Each a boy and girl as a matter of fact. With all that, we found less and less time to spend together, and while we’d see each other now and then on a one-on-one basis, we just didn’t have the opportunity to get together. Fantasy football and e-mail kept us in communication, but eventually the league folded and the e-mails got less and less frequent.
We were still friends, but it was just harder to stay in touch.
So, when the three of us got together and all six kids descended upon my friend’s basement to play (and obliterating any sense of organization in roughly 15 seconds flat), it was awesome.
Still, all three of us reflected on the one that was missing.