Last week I had an email from the second husband of a friend I had in the late 1960s to tell me she had died after a short illness. We had kept in touch with an annual Xmas email and that was it.
Suddenly my memories of my mostly happy teenage and early 20s have come flooding back as if they were yesterday. She and I, although from quite different backgrounds, hit it off and spent many happy hours dancing, in pubs and generally socialising. I would just love to relive those times.
She met her second husband just a few years back and he only sold up his home and moved in with her just before Xmas and got married this year. How very sad.
It makes me realise time is moving on and the importance of keeping up with old friendships.
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