It was yesterday actually.
I found out my best friend from my childhood lost his father last Friday. The funeral was Sunday and I didn't know so I missed it. I actually read about it on Facebook and had to explain to my wife and kids why I was sitting at the table crying.
His name was Ronnie and he truly was like a father to me. My dad was on the road all the time working and once I became best friends with his son, Ronnie treated my like his son. It was this family who took me along on a summer trip from central Texas to Arlington in 1979 to see my first (and second) Rangers game as part of a doubleheader against the White Sox. Ronnie used to tell us to "be good boys and stay out of trouble" all the time. Well Ronnie, I hope I made you proud because I tried to do just that.
I feel bad that I missed the funeral, but even worse that I hadn't seen Ronnie in about 10 years. It's not that I didn't have the chance, but I just didn't make the time. He only lived about 3 hours from me in the same small town I grew up in and I just didn't make the time to go down and visit. I regret that now, but I hope to not make the same mistake with other people I know. Other people that are important to me.
Thanks for standing in for my father when he couldn't be there for me. I'll miss you Ronnie.