The oddness of friends

by Regis Boff

There are several people on FaceBook who, because of my posts, I interact with daily but really don’t know them or remember who exactly they are. There are a bunch of people who I was a child with and have had no contact with for 60 years. These have taken on a value that clearly shakes and diminishes the significance of many real-time associations and friendships.
The oddest, hands down, is the affection and respect I hold for a kid whose older brother was a good friend to me growing up but has since died. This younger brother, ( two years), was of course in the “little brother” background. I recognize him now as an important friend and in my mind’s eye, still the brother who died. Does this make me insensitive or desperate or simply lost in the wilderness of context? I can feel so strange at times.