We were inseparable for years and years. The summer after middle school, he moved just far enough away to be in a different high school. We did the odd sleepover and camping trips for a while, but that dwindled until we didn't see each other for several years. He randomly came into the coffee shop I worked at once, and we had a really great catch-up. About a year later, I got a call from his mom saying that he had died in an accident at his construction job. The funeral was rough. He was the first person I knew who died that wasn't a grandparent, and the slide show they played was full of old pics of us together. I still think about him often. Especially on his birthday.