Looking for the past

I spent a little bit of time tonight looking for one of my lost friends....

...only to discover that she passed away last year, ended up In a pauper's grave, and her mom Is still posting "where Is my daughter" posts on Facebook.  

She wasn't the type of person who would constantly text me, but, every few weeks, she'd ask how I was, and we'd spend an hour or so talking:  mainly because we always wanted to catch up.  I changed my long-term number In the winter of 2000 to my new number, and she probably didn't see my text In the litany of spam texts that she normally had on her phone.  

Life always moves forward, even If we don't want It to.  

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