Today one of my best friends from high school turned 60. I haven't spoken to him much over the years. There was no falling out---life happened, and we drifted apart.
I called to wish him well. We still have a lot in common--we both have a child who has graduated from college and another who's still going to school. We worry about our aging parents, all of whom, thank goodness, are still with us. We work part-time and are increasingly engaged in charitable pursuits.
Barely perceptibly we are going into that good night. Perhaps our paths will converge more often. Whether we drift away or toward each other is a choice, better made sooner than later.