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The Families of our Friends: Unsung Heroes of our Youth I was going to write a poem, but in a time like this, I couldn't find a pattern or melody. I guess you could say this is a toast of sorts? Something in honor of some people that have been lost. To people that were dear to me, even if we weren’t close. In our youth we all made friends. Friends that were by our sides through thick and thin. Friends that were more like siblings than friends. You fought with them, you fought for them, yet, even still, you probably distanced yourself from them too as you got older. Now you're an adult. Some friends from your youth are here to stay, but they have their own growing families and you have your own growing family and you can't spend endless nights together. You can't talk every day. You don't have classes or bus rides or school lunches to ensure your closeness. Some friends were once friends and something along the road forced you apart for extended amounts of time. You reconnect with them