Murder

My friend, Marc, was murdered a few years ago. Today a detective called me. He said that Marc's sister thought that he was going to come over to fix my computer the night that "It Happened" (the murder). Not true. Marc and I had lost touch with each other (except for Christmas cards).

About a year ago, another private detective called to ask me if I was the one who watched Marc's dog while he was on travel.

I didn't even know that Marc had a dog.

Marc was my best friend for a few years, but we had drifted apart. It's a long story, and not something that I necessarily want to blog, but suffice it to say that Marc and I were best friends at one time.

And then he got himself murdered.

Needless to say, I've been a mess tonight. I do not like to be haunted by murdered people. I do not like detectives calling me. I do not like that I lost touch with my friend Marc, and so now have no information to offer to the people who are trying to convict his killer. I so badly want to help his family, but there is nothing at all that I can offer them.

Lessons learned. Do not ever lose touch with old friends. You never know when they (or their parents) may need you.