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Driving home from the mall tonight, I was reflecting back on the funeral of a friends' father. This particular gal and I had known each other since kindergarten. We weren't exactly close friends until high school, but we've always been at least in the periphery of each other's lives. Actually, in high school there were about 7 of us who ran around together. After graduation, some of us drifted to our respective colleges or jobs. Some members of the group kept in touch with each other while others of us concentrated on moving on.

So, while many of us had begun forming our own lives, we stayed in each other's thoughts. Or at least that was the impression that most of us had. Fast forward to the funeral. This gal's mother had already departed for the vast beyond and the father was not too far behind. I don't remember why I wasn't able to make it to the mother's funeral, but the majority of us made it back home for the father's funeral. There were 4 of us there for our old buddy, trying to lend our support and friendship. I guess she progressed much further than the rest of us. She didn't want to meet us anywhere for dinner, drinks or whatever. She didn't want us to visit her. She just kept repeating, "I can't believe you guys are here! What are you doing here?"

I think she still keeps in touch with Staci (who was not with us) but none of the others of us have heard from her in over 10 years. Sad. I always kind of thought I would be the alienated one. Just sad.
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