Wearing the friendship pants

Roger left Calgary late October 2007. It was a sad day for me, him moving away. It was pretty much awful and kindof broke my heart in a way. Sitting there in the audience for his farewell concert was one of the hardest things I have done as I was barely keeping it together. He's been my great friend for so many years, the only one who really pushes my creativity and reminds me constantly what I have forgotten artistically with my writing.

We had drifted apart a bit in 2007, I had eye surgery and didn't tell him until a couple of months later when he called me close to my birthday. Our schedules didn't jive enough to see each other except twice socially and three of his concerts. Clear reason to show that I work too much.

I left him alone, gave him time to settle in, wrote him a couple of letters and realized that now it's near the end of April and I hadn't heard from him. Six months, half a year. Rather than waiting for the phone call or return letter that never came, I called him today. He was pleasently suprised to hear from me. It was so good to talk to him again, even though he touched on the fact that his BC experience has not really lived up to what he was expecting. He couldn't really talk about it since there were other people in the room, but he found that where he is seems very similar to Calgary with all the hustle and bustle. I think he was looking for something calmer, more artsy. His guilt got the best of him and he told me he was a bad friend, not calling me, but I forgave him and told him that one of us has to wear the friendship pants sometimes. I still really miss him.