My husband and I spent last New Year's Eve with a couple we no longer speak to. Funny how that happens: what we thought was the start of a beautiful friendship was really the middle of it. In fact several of my friendships came to an end during the past year, and only one was because the person died. The dead one was a huge shock to my system and is the only one I miss. The others drifted away not with a bang but with a whimper, making me wonder what made us friends in the first place. This New Year's we are going to a big party being thrown by a couple of new friends we really like a lot who we barely knew this time last year. It's possible that by the end of 2019 we won't be talking to them either. Or maybe they'll be dead by then, or we will -- you simply never know. Life keeps throwing curveballs. It's best to put down that cell phone and pay attention.
We are totally in agreement with you. We actually called our group of friends Mohicans. We are now experiencing The Last of The Mohicans. Each one seemed to fade with a whimper. Did James Fenimore Cooper know something way back then?
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