It's been almost a decade since I first met him. He and I were almost an entire year apart but still in the same fifth grade class, and I would have sworn that I was beating him at maturity by at least five years, then again they say girls mature faster than boys... At first we did not like each other. In fact our relationship consisted purely in hating each other and trying our best to humiliate the other as much as possible...this could have been attributed to the fact that we both liked the others best friend: Alicia and Tom. Obviously things changed.
In high school we took turns crushing on each other, and eventually ended up going to two dances together and sharing a kiss...but that is where it stayed, even though both of us, I think thought we'd be together someday. But as life would have it, we moved on. We went to schools some hundred miles apart, talked to each other yearly, and drifted apart until some would consider us strangers.
His mother is dying. His mother who taught us choir, taught my brother piano, is fading into something unrecognizable. She is becoming something far too great for me to reconcile with my atheism. When she's gone, she's gone. There is no more of her, and sadly generations from now will maybe know who she was, but they won't ever know what she did. How she cared and loved and taught. How much she meant to Robby, and how much that means to me.
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