It’s inevitable that at my time in life I loose people I once considered friends. In life we connect, live a little and move on. We always remember fondly those shared moments.
Sadness like a wave hits me when I see the post that a person who forms my history has passed. It’s bitter sweet in that I feel pain but have the mixed pleasure of shared memories.
I hold them in my thoughts and mourn their passing, I take a Jameson’s and drink to the connection, the memories made and the laughter. I think of my childhood friends and smile at the knowing of people who helped shape me.