Good stuff — if I may add a bit:

In my life it’s become less about the “death” of friendships as the evolution of them. We had certain needs at a particular time in our lives, but circumstances change. Could be a family, could be a move to a new state, could be a new job with time requirements that don’t permit the same casual relationships as before-or a hundred other things.

The 56-year old me is grateful for the bits of a hundred meaningful relationships that have brought me to this point. Sometimes we meet up again and sometimes we don’t. But in every case I try and communicate their impact on my life and there is now zero guilt for not staying better connected.

Friends will always be friends — even when we lose touch.