So Long_

I've spent the day thinking about how when you look at photos of yourself in different stages of your life; how much of the person you are looking at, are you today ?

I brought into mind all of the people I have known in the past. I wish I could talk to them now. Thinking about the different paths we all take, and what holds our present situation and values. If I was to meet my good friends from when I was growing up I suspect we would have grown too old. It's funny to imagine them still existing some where; yet, so different from how I remember them.

I found out somebody from my past died Tuesday