People come in and out of our lives, and the true test of friendship is whether you can pick back up right where you left off the last time you saw each other.
I think sometimes as an adult, you take people for what they do, and what they are now, instead of the whole picture of their lives.
People write to me all the time, and I write back.
Some of what I am doing when I am researching is looking for things people in my family have done and finding out what those things mean, why they did those things and seeing how I fit into them.
When people are alive they love, when they die, they keep loving. If love ends when person dies, that is not real love