Losing a childhood best friend to AIDS in 2001. He and I had been somewhat distant for years after we went off to college in far away states and subsequently landed jobs on different coasts. When rumors surfaced that he was gay I (like several other childhood buddies) dodged him on the occasions that we were both back home visiting family and old friends.
My mom called me in mid-Jan of that year to do something which I've always strongly disliked...that is read the friggin' local obituaries from back home. She began to cry while reading his because it came as a surprise to both of us. She attended the funeral but I was unable to due to work-related travel and the short notice.
His death caused a major riff between my dad and me after he joked "you see, that's why I told you not to hang around that lil' f... years ago". That was clearly a turning point in my life in that I decided at the moment to embrace everyone as he or she is because life is sometimes fleeting. I can't get the time back to make amends with him for being a dick.
#FactsMatter...your feelings not so much.