Grow old along with me

There are 14 left. It’s hard to believe seven of us aren’t there anymore. At least in life. Their graduation pictures were mounted at the memorial table, and they were just as I remembered them, young and full of life.

And though I know they grew older, just as the rest of us did, and they became a little battered by life, I’ll always remember them as young, laughing and full of energy.

The rest of us are for the most part recognizable. Solid citizens all, who have led and are still leading productive lives. Yes, there are wrinkles, vanishing hair

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