Reunion

I went to my high school reunion last night. Its been forty-five years since we graduated, and with one exception, the only time I've seen these people since graduation, was at a reunion three years ago.
It was really pretty weird. I mean I knew these people before I met my wife, before I met my current friends, and before the arrival of many of my relatives. To say our class has a "history" is an understatement. We share a time and a place of birth, similar economic backgrounds and a faith born in the Catholic Church of the 1940's and 50's. I knew the guys when they were jocks and jerks, and the girls when they were prom queens and, shall we say, less than prom queens.
We've all gotten older, most of us are grayer, many of us are heavier, and there's a lot less hair to be seen.
Sadly, our ranks are a little thinner - a trend that is likely to accelerate.
Again, with one exception, I don't expect to see any of my classmates until our next reunion. Although we share a "past", we don't share a "present". We're all just fellow travelers. We got on the road at the same time, and passed some of the same mile markers, and we'll each get off when our time comes.