Thread: An open letter to my dearly departed mate

To my dearly departed mate,

We've known each other for years now, and been through a lot of **** together.

It all started in my younger years, when we met at the shopping centre and had a few laughs together. As the Bond grew, and before we knew it, we were hanging out quite regularly and a supportive, mutual friendship developed.
In the early days, you were there for those big nights at the pub, sinking beers and getting loose. We survived the 'big burger' challenges, the ritual Jagermeister shooters, and the occasional one night stand. We even did the inevitable walk of shame home the next day- once or twice!
We went on holidays together, often inseparable for days- having a blast, be it during a quiet bushwalk, strolling the street, or riding an elevator.
You moved with me to the country, where we both experienced the gaping expanse of Australia, even once getting crop-dusted at a roadside comfort stop alongside some broadacre farmland. At home, we worked on cars, kicked around the neighborhood, or just hung out alone on the couch. We were a bad-ass duo.

However times changed, and we grew apart. The missus kept us apart as much as she could because she didn't understand us. I thought she was being superficial, not being able to see below the surface the support and trust we held in each other. This was a point of disagreement between her and I, and guiltily, I enjoyed our company when she wasn't watching. As time grew on, I got a bit out of shape, less active, yet we still managed to spend time together where we could- although without the rough-and-tumble adventures of the older days.

Our time together grew less and less frequent- we were no longer talking as we used to, and I got the feeling you were in the closet, so I gave you space and didn't reach out. Things skidded further and further out of control- We no longer supported each other, and the friendship was less elastic, unable to handle the ups and downs of life. I guess we just grew apart, divided by a growing crack in our friendship.
Butt there comes a time in every man's life where you have to let go, and lay a good mate to rest.
I will always remember the good times we had, through thick and thin.

RIP Old Mate

Looks like you wash them too much mate - wears em out prematurely.