Sunset, courtesy of Pixabay Sunrise, Sunset, Swiftly Go the Years Recently I attended a funeral Mass for my friend Steve from high school days. Many mutual friends attended, and much of his family, some of whom I knew, and some met that afternoon. We shared so many memories, stories, pictures, music, food, laughter, and some tears. Even a bit of genealogy and family history! The Sixties and Seventies when we all knew one another seemed so close, and yet eons ago. We've lost some friends along the way too, and their parents; and in that way it all seems like a distant past. And yet, as I re-introduced myself to so many, we're the same people we were, with more white or less hair, more wrinkles, some crutches and canes. The young ones playing or crying in the aisles of the church showed that life is moving on. In the words of Barbra Streisand,"memories may be beautiful and yet, what's too painful to remember we simply choose to forget. So it's the laughter we will re...