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It was great seeing him again.
Before we parted ways, he told me he was getting married soon. Before I had time to congratulate him, he told me he wanted me to be his best man. I was shocked, yet honored. Of course, I said yes.
"Great! I'm really happy to hear it. The wedding's going to be April second." It was February at the time.
We said our goodbyes. For the last time.
I got a call from Anthony's mom a month later. On my birthday, March 16, to be exact. He had died in a car accident. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I just sat there with the phone up to my head until she hung up. I was at work at the time, but there was too much going through my head, so I just left. Got fired the next week, but it was a shitty job anyways.
At Anthony's funeral I did the same. I didn't cry. I didn't speak. I just stood there, staring at his coffin. When the service was over, his wife walked up to me and handed me a small box. She said he was going to give it to me at the wedding as a gift for being the best man.
When I got in my car, I opened it. And, for the first time in nearly 13 years, I cried.
It contained a little note that read "No matter what, I'll always be there for you", along with a shot glass. The shot glass had my initials on the side, along with 2 little cherries on the bottom of the glass.
To this day I have the box, note, and glass on my nightstand, and every night I give a little prayer for the best friend I'll ever have.