I found out this morning that my best friend from 6th grade to 11th grade died last night. He was riding a bicycle, and someone hit him with a car and fled the scene.
We had a falling out about twelve and a half years ago, and the last time I saw him or spoke to him was maybe a year and a half after that. He invited me to go see a movie with him, but I declined. He had reached out to me via Facebook a few times over the years; I responded a couple times, but he never responded back to me, so I just ignored him the last few times. He had his 30th birthday a few weeks ago, and I thought about sending him a message wishing him a happy 30th, but I decided against it.
I'd always wanted to reach out and be friends again. In fact, I've had numerous dreams over the years in which that happened. But, from everything I'd heard, he never really matured and had become more spiteful. He was a clingy friend, and, when he started getting into alcohol and pot, I knew that would not be good for me. I knew trying to be his friend again would cause him to be overly involved in my life.
Sometimes, I think that he would have matured and done something with himself if I'd remained friends with him, but then I think he probably would have kept doing his own thing and dragged me down with him.
I'm not really sure what to think or feel right now. He was a great friend back in the day, but I am not sure anything good would have come from a continued friendship. I want to give his family my condolences, but I am not sure if that would be appropriate. He has a little brother who was probably 8 years old the last time I saw him (he's 21 now); I'm not sure if he'd even remember me or if he and his family hold any resentment towards me.