I loved my friend. He went away from me. There’s nothing more to say. The poem ends Soft as it began. I loved my friend. ~”Poem” by Langston Hughes Yesterday, David Andrew Ellis would have been 27 years old. Who knows what else he’d have going on in his life, or if we’d even still be a part of each other’s post-college lives. I’d like to think so, but five years ago, I would’ve also thought he’d still be alive. This year we celebrated his birthday quietly, with the traditional dinner with the usual suspects, minus a few. I can’t lie; it was great to see everyone again. We keep up with each other superficially on twitter, blogs, facebook, etc., but nothing compares to getting the crew back together in our old stomping grounds.