“What are you doing tomorrow,” I asked, preoccupied with other thoughts.
“What? ” said Nathan.
“What did you say,” asked Nathan asked again.
“Oh… why don’t you come to celebrate Thanksgiving at my place? Amelia and I would be happy to have you over.” I said enthusiastically.
“Are you sure?” asked Nathan, hesitantly.
“Of course ,” I said. “You know Amelia, the more the merrier. Sri, Chung, Bob, several of Amelia’s coworkers will be there. I have invited several of my old coworkers too.” I said warmly.
“But, Frisco,’ said Nathan. “Are you sure…” as his voice drifted off. Hesitant to voice all that worried him. He eyed me, with a sad look.
One that I missed.
How could I have known what Nathan knew that day, what haunted him, and what bothered him that day. I was too carefree, my mind on Amelia, who had just accepted my proposal. I was oblivious to everything else. It was the fall of 2003, when several of us gathered together to give thanks. It was one of those last days of happiness we would experience in a long time. Maybe it was already late. I was lax in noting. I was preoccupied with Amelia.
I missed the most important cue in my life about Nathan. That was the day I should have paid attention.
I could have saved him.