Sometimes an apology is pointless. Sometimes its not even worth offering. I've got two apologies that I'll never be able to make. A few years ago I had my head quite severely up my arse. So much so that when one of my best friends texted me with the news that his father had passed away I didn't respond. I never called him or went to the funeral. I've no real idea why. I do know that my absence was noted; I got a text some weeks later where he told me in no uncertain terms that I had let him down. And I had. His father was a decent bloke and I had stayed over in their house on many occasions.
You'd have think this would wake me up from whatever dream world I inhabited at the time but nope.
Some weeks later another friend of mine lost a parent. My mate Aarons mother passed on. Aaron was one of my best mates when I was 13/14 but we drifted away like kids of that age do. He was badly injured in an accident when he was about 20 and had to learn basics like walking and talking again - he had head injuries and wore a bandage that sort of made him look like Mark Knofler in the Money for Nothing video. His folks were separated years and his
ma looked after him by herself. When we were kids she was great for having us over in the house and letting us go (moderately) mad. She was also a yummy mummy before the term existed. She was the coolest mam anyone in the neighbourhood had. I didn't go to the funeral and I haven't seen Aaron since.