I'm past 60 where life seems a little quieter, more patient, less demanding, less contentious. Folks long gone are more remembered; childhood is more missed, youth is forgiven. With the grey hair, that I'm still vain enough to dye, has come the understanding that life isn't forever and if I have something left to do, I better get with it.
Some old friends called up and invited themselves out for a visit. Funny how with certain folks it's like no time has passed since you last spoke to them 10 years ago. Things change but they never do or maybe they do but the love you have for one another never dims with the passing of time. I like those kind of friends.
I heard an interesting quote at church today. "Friends are Angels with wings who reach down and lift you up when your wings can't remember how". I hope I got that right. I like those kind of friends too.