Time passes and we become who we’ll be,
defined by our jobs, our families, our
accomplishments. Who we were is still a part of who
we are, at least to those who knew us when.
As we move on, lose touch, we’re
sometimes happiest when we get some
minor update about the people from our
past. Enough to know that they landed
on the other side. Enough to touch up
our mental portrait of them, and forget about
them until next time.