Vanishing Point

I learned last week an old friend, someone I’d been very close to in our intense teenage years, someone whom I’d tried to keep track of in the years since, had passed away suddenly. “Vanished” is a word that comes to mind. One moment this person was alive, someone I imagined myself speaking to in an endless conversation; the next, they were part of the past, beyond reach except for wondering about their last days and months and all the parts of a life they’ll never get to tell me about.

More later, I hope.