Continued from Part 10 – Quacking Like a Duck
I did it. I called Nick’s parents. It was one of the hardest calls I’ve ever had to make, but my courage was deep. This is what I would want him to do for me. Never give up.
As fate would have it, of course because things sometimes don’t work out so easily, their answering machine picked up. Other than to say that I need to get in touch with them regarding Nick, I didn’t leave a message. The last thing I wanted was to leave a message stating Nick needed rehab treatment. His parents are in their mid-seventies, maybe early eighties. Wonderful people who have been through a lot with Nick. They are proud of him and support him. They would be there now and I knew that. As I hung up the phone, I sat and wondered what they would think. It’s been nearly fifteen years since I’ve talked to them.
I turned to my computer and quickly tracked down another close friend of Nick’s. Facebook is a wonderful tool, especially for something like this. I found Joe, just by typing his full name in the box. The problem is that Joe doesn’t seem to care for me all that much, but this is a time to put all that aside. I wrote him an email from my heart.
I hope my note here finds you well.
As you may or may not know over the past 18 years I’ve maintained and developed a wonderful relationship with Nick. I won’t get into details on how that has developed, just that it has.
The reason I am contacting you and mentioning Nick is that I am a bit concerned for his well-being right now. Over the past couple of months our conversations have been scattered on his part. He alludes to something going on but will not talk about it.
I’m not asking you to report back to me with what, if anything, is happening, but am asking that you check in with him. He has spoken so highly of you. I am contacting you with assumption that the friendship you once shared is still ongoing.
If you could please let me know you received this note, I’d be grateful.
All my best,
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