Made a friend when I was 18 and just moved away from home. We both met working at Software Etc. He was Japanese, a punk rocker. Really cool guy, and he was the closest I’ve had to a brother.
At 20 I was hit with a very severe chronic illness. He stuck by me, but to be honest I was in pretty severe hardship from 20 all the way to 44. It was a very dark time and we slowly grew apart as our lives diverged. I was in treatment, depressed, battling suicide, taking narcotics, in mental institutions, etc, he was building his career. He would answer my calls (I eventually had to move back with my folks a long distance away), but he would never make any effort to call me. Eventually I got the message and stopped calling him. But truth be told, I was such a miserable person to be around for so long that I don’t hold it against him.
But yeah, I miss the guy and think of him often. I often wonder what he would think of certain games. Life just has different paths for us all, and part of growth is loss.