Old Friend

Met one of my best friends Ken Bryan last week, March 18. The last time we saw each other was during my wedding (he was my best man) more than 5 years ago. It didn’t feel like it was that long. We’ve known each other since the time we moved in Digos back in 1994. He was the first guy I met in our grade 3 class.

He was the main reason that I never got too bored during weekends. He’d go to our house on Saturdays and play all day. Sometimes I’d go to his house and play basketball. We did that for two straight years then when we reached grade 5, we joined the drum & bugle band of our school. We started as snare drum players but later moved to the bass drum as the usual players have already graduated and we “think” we’re the only ones who are determined enough to carry it during parades and contests.

He went on to hone the craft by being a drum player in their church. Then he became a regular drum player for different bands for the past couple of years. I’m hoping to see one of his gigs in Davao when I get to find time (which deserves another post why free time is such a rarity for me these days). For me, I wasn’t able to continue the drums but I did improve my dancing skills a bit.

It’s good to see old friends. Having new ones is good but keeping old friends and seeing them even once in a while is like making a pit stop during a race so you can check out what is happening in your life.