The funny thing is, while I wasn't one of the "cool kids" in high school, I did have a gaggle of friends and although we've gone our separate ways and are mostly in sporadic touch, when we DO get together it's like picking up where we left off yesterday. I'm not sure why but I guess it's shared experience, including shared secrets. And, when "one of us" is gone, there's a special kind of hurt there.
I think we're at year 45 and the clock IS starting to tick faster, and the hurts come more and more.
