Ed used to let me babysit for his children. His son Dan was just a baby back then. But I always knew he was special

(4/4) “Ed used to let me babysit for his children. His son Dan was just a baby back then. But I always knew he was special. When he got a little older we’d do little plays together. Snow White. Peter Pan. We even printed little paper tickets. It was almost like I was part of the family. But Dan got a little older and didn’t have as much time. And that’s OK. I’ve grown a lot. I know that if Dan doesn’t talk to me for a few weeks because he’s traveling, he’s still my friend. I’m strong enough to know that. He’ll always care about me. He’s just like his dad that way. Even when he was a little kid, and I’d call the house, Dan would never say: ‘Here’s my Dad.’ He’d always sit there and talk to me. He knows how to slow down my brain when I’m overwhelmed and everything comes out too fast. Last night we went to see a Broadway musical. I gave him all the birthday presents I’ve been saving since February. And today we’re going for high tea so we can sit in the air conditioning and talk about our memories. Dan has a fiancée now, and he’s so busy, and recently I’ve been thinking that he probably doesn’t have time for me anymore. And that maybe I shouldn’t call so much. But he never seems to mind. He always takes the time. Just like Ed. Sometimes I’ll just call him to say I just want to tell you that I love you.”

During my first year in Ed’s class, I lost a good friend to suicide

I was away on a trip when it happened. I’d gone to the Three Stooges Museum with the Aktion Club