I’m happy to say within the last week I was able to visit with all my old friends. All three of them (Vince, Harv, and Kate) are in their 90’s. I have been worried about them as of late. The last time Paul and I tried to call them, they didn’t answer, and they didn’t call back. At times, I stalked their accounts and googled their names just to check they weren’t in the obituaries.

Last week I came home to find Vince at my house talking to Paul and Arabella. I haven’t seen or heard from him in over 6 months. I saw Harv and Kate at a banquet over the weekend. I can’t remember the last time I saw them either. Kate had hip surgery a few months back and they ended up moving into a nursing home. Harv views Paul as the son he never had, and Paul would’ve been happy to have Harv as his dad. I think Paul and I both would’ve been proud to call them our parents. You can choose your friends but not your family. But what happens if you and your parents are mismatched? Sometimes the right people, your tribe, end up finding you.

Our friends in their 90’s are adventurous and fun loving people. Being in their 90’s, although it has slowed them down, hasn’t stopped them from living life to the fullest. They have a harder time hearing, seeing, and getting around. But nothing stops them. I wonder what they were like when they were younger. If I live another 40 years, I aspire to be like them.