But I like even less a friend not being remembered. I don’t like a friend being forgotten.
A year ago this past month my good friend Mike Chumley passed. March 25, 2015. Recently I said to my wife, “When one passes that has been a good friend, one with which you grew up, when they pass well a little bit of you does also.” No longer do you have that one that can remember with you those special times, places and people from your past. Things that were a part of both of you that were shared memories now becomes a memory that stands alone.
Around the corner I have a friend/ In this great city that has no end
Yet days go by and weeks run on/ And before I know it a year is gone
And I never see my old friend’s face/ For life is a swift and terrible race
He knows I like him just as well/ As in the days when I rang his bell
And he rang mine/ We were younger then
And now we are busy, tired men/ Tired with playing a foolish game
Tired with trying to make a name/ “Tomorrow,” I say,
“I will call on Jim just to show I am thinking of him”
But tomorrow comes-----and tomorrow goes/ And the distance between us grows and grows
Around the corner---yet miles away…..Here’s a telegram, sir…./ “Jim died today”
And that’s what we get and deserve in the end/ Around the corner a vanished friend
(Charles Hanson Towne)
April 6, 2016