The saddest part of growing older is that the relationships you’ve built and the friendships you’ve made all start to fall away.
People take different paths. They take different jobs. Communication slows. Then stops. And when you see them again, you no longer recognize the shape of their soul. They are strangers with vaguely familiar faces.
Good friends build lives with spouses. They have families. Which necessitates changes of focus. Leaving the person without a traditional life, like myself, with few points of juxtaposition. You still try. You all still try. But you can feel that point coming where it’ll be a yearly check-in and a promise to get together which never pans out.
Time grinds us all down and those lacking the ability to for new friendship fall faster and faster.
And here is me. In freefall.