My good friend the late Dewitt Casey, whom I miss sorely to this day though he died 24 years ago used to try and 'check' me on various statements made to him on a wide range of topics as we discussed so much at length each week.
Once he called me down as a 'liar' when I turned out to be incorrect on one rare occasion — and he seemed to almost take glee in the accusation.
Oh the humanity. So I smiled and said Dewitt, can I not simply be "incorrect" and not a "liar" if you please ?
He suddenly stopped smiling and looked oh so seriously regarding me with an aire of pondering and said:
"Why yes. You can just be incorrect."
So there I stood having been wrong in an assumption but my good friend reconciled the incident as incorrectness instead of lying.
I think our friendship grew exponentially that day.
In all that I am, all that I've done, and have become since he departed I still really do miss him and that company, conversation, and friendship he brought to my life and shared unconditionally.
You never know just how badly you'll miss a friend til they're gone. Anticpation is nothing compared to that sad stark reality which pervades your very soul.