…to find that he’d had a massive stroke in May.
I am told he cannot read at this point, so I cannot drop him a line, or a card.
Also, I am not sure whether I should.
I–with a heavy heart–ended the friendship a few years ago. After I moved out of his city, I let our communication peter out over a year or two, and one day when we hadn’t talked in a couple of years, I blocked him on Facebook.
It’s one of the few times in my life when I’ve been the one to end an interaction.
The reasons are more complicated than I feel like explaining here.
He never asked me why I disappeared, and I never told him.
But he was a brilliant man, and I am sure he understood.