I lost a good friend last October. He was dealing with some mental health issues, and anybody that has ever been around real crazy knows it's no fun. Ex marine with a traumatic brain injury and the medication wasn't working anymore. He was going down into the deep end of crazy. We'd been tight a long time but I wasn't enjoying our visits very much. Our last visit wasn't exactly toxic, but I was relieved when he went home. Then I didn't hear from him for a while and a few texts went unanswered. I wasn't surprised when they called me. I hadn't been particularly nice to him last time we spoke, even knowing what he was going through, and that isn't ideal, but is just being a human being and things are never perfect but your relationship is not defined by the last interaction, it's defined by the entire time. I find myself thinking about it a lot. I wish I didn't.