Neil

Jim Fritzen
Sep 6, 2018 · 2 min read

An ordinary man, but extraordinary to me

I am here and Neil is not.

I find that I have little patience for trivial things.

It’s been that way since last week and I think I know why.

Neil is gone.

I think I need to let him go.

But how?

We met fifty-two years ago in the seventh grade.

We competed at everything.

It started with backyard basketball.

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