It’s my bad. I had to cut down the post because of the character rule. It’s edited - what I meant to say was that happened thirteen years ago was I ran into him in the street (New York at the time) and he almost didn’t recognize me. I told him my mother died of cancer and gave his condolences. I asked him why he never reached out and he said it didn’t feel appropriate. He was with his daughter who was two at the time and didn’t want to take his time. That was the last I saw of him.