Almost three years ago I met a man named Dave. Eighteen months ago he died. I have a million and one regrets. I regret never saying good bye. That he died alone. That I never even really got to understand his life.
In the final scene of the 1986 film Stand By Me, the narrator signs off with the line “I never had any friends like the ones I had when I was 12…. does anyone?” Though Stand By Me has long been one of my favourite films, it wasn’t until the last few years that I’ve come to value the sentiment of those words. Do any of the friends you make in your adult years ever come close to sharing the bonds you enjoyed with the friends you grew up with?