He is the type of friend that has helped me move. He came and mowed my grass when my mom was dying so I didn’t have to. He come and fed my outside dogs and scooped their pen when I was in the hospital. We go to his house for supper occasionally. I’m also friends in the same way with his son. Who is my age. And to a lesser extend one of his daughters. So it’s a pickle for me. I guess the main reason I’m reluctant to address it is I can count my friends on one hand. He is the one that if I need help, is most likely to help no matter what it is.