Getting Older . . . and Friendship

Funny, I really don't feel that old but since I hit the big 4-0 I've been doing a lot of reminiscing.  Now don't get me wrong, I have a wonderful life, a great wife and two daughters that mean everything to me.  I enjoy my job, have rediscovered my faith and even started bowling again.  I'm probably as happy as I've been in a long time.  So why, you ask, am I looking back on the past so much?  I guess it's because I have such good memories of the old days.

Each of you who receive the email update about my blog are part of my past, present and hopefully, my future.  It's little things, like a song.  Maybe an old saying I haven't heard in years.  Something I pull out of an old dusty box in the attic.  A smell.  Visiting an old hangout. Whatever it may be, it reminds me of a time when things were much simpler.  Or, as a good friend of mine once said, "Remember when the toughest thing about life was that the cafeteria closed at 6:30?  I miss that."  Well, sometimes I miss that too.

Time may pass, people may move and lose touch, but only for a while.  Good friends, the ones who you hope come to your funeral some day, are never far away.  So to each of you who read this post, know that I think of you.  Whether we are best friends, or maybe we worked together, or if we mean/meant a little more than just friends to each other, I hope life is giving you the blessings that you deserve. Trust me, it's not always easy... I've had more hardships that I ever imagined.  But you know what?  I'm still alive and kicking.  I hope you are too.  Some of you I'll see soon . . . some of you I hope to see again some day, or get an email from, or a phone call.  Something that lets me know you're thinking of me too.  Because the easiest way to forget about someone is to forget about them.

DP