An old school friend passed away this morning. We had known each other since we were 11 years old. We went from playing softball to listening to records in music store cubicles. She married first and was later a bridesmaid in my wedding. We both had children.
Then we lost touch as we built our lives in different locations. Periodically, she would call and we would promise to get together and "catch up," but we never did. Finally, we re-connected just a few months ago. By then, she was suffering from a terminal illness. She joked a lot, but the pain was evident as she talked about what she would have to endure before the illness took her.
She isn't the first school friend who has passed and with the death of each friend, it seems like a piece of my childhood disappears.