Every May, I make a small flower bouquet and bring it to my friend’s graveside. He was just a friend: someone I went out to dinner with along with other friends, laughed and cried with, and called in the middle of the night when I was going through difficult times. Sometimes we disagreed, too. I thought this would go on for a long time, and that even when we got old, we would still be doing the same things. But for our friendship, there is no tomorrow, no next week, no next month. Life is unpredictable. Do it now. Don’t wait.
