Today I had the privilege of meeting with some friends at the local burger joint (the one with the name like that of the little bird who welcomes spring). Some of us have not seen each other in 20 years or more. We still look fabulous. And we still (pretty much) remember names and faces. I’m nearly always rusty with that, but not today.
It was just five of us for lunch, but we’re planning a bigger event for all of us to get together one last time, sort of like D-Day 75 plus a year, with folks not quite yet in their final years. We may not be as spry as before, but we’re still moving well all things considered.
We talked about the past and shared each other’s lives since we last met (along with our aging aches and pains). It’s get-togethers like this that keep me grounded in the present without dwelling on the negative past or the uncertain future.
We all have similar stories to tell, and we all indulged in food we really shouldn’t be eating. Heck, it’s a reunion, so why not? After nearly ninety minutes and plenty of laughs, we decided to meet again soon.
I’ve missed them; it can’t be soon enough.