This has really hit home lately. We lived in Tennessee when I was in grades 8-12. I graduated (1978) on a Friday and came back to Bama to work a summer job on Saturday. Three weeks later, my parents decided to move back to Bama. (Dad's health.) I never got to go back and say bye. There was no internet or cell phone and long distance calls were not cheap. Now, the guys I hung out with are starting to pass away. One passed last week that we were close to. His family went out of their way to make us feel welcome. Reading up on his death I learned the family of 7 was now a family of 3. Then it hit me that it will soon have been 50 years. 50 YEARS. Where did life go?
