Am I the only one who is utterly shocked when I find someone via Facebook that I used to know and go through their photos to discover that they’ve aged? I mean, they have AGED. In all capital letters. With only little tufts of hair to use for a comb-over.
I inadvertently found a treasure trove of old friends today. It was like stepping back into high school and for whatever reason, though I have allowed others in my life to age naturally, these people have been stuck in my brain back in their seventeen-year-old bodies. I clicked on their names expecting to see shoulder-length, scraggly brown hair and ended up seeing baldness. The overbelly of a boy who used to be sticks and bones. Names changed, wedding rings around fingers, childrens’ faces smushed against their cheek.
My brain has never had this much trouble catching up.
And all I wanted to do, as I gleefully clicked though their photos, tried to guess who was their wife, had they been anywhere interesting in the last twenty or so years, was to call my old friend and tell her who I found. Share that with her.
It’s this element of loss that you never think about when a friendship ends. That one day, you’ll find the old group you hung out with and not be able to pick up the phone and tell her.