You work withi a colleague for 20+ years.
You eat lunch together and argue politics and he coaches a soccer team against your own son.
It is a good game, a life time ago.
And you love every minute with him.
And then he dies.
You attended his wife's funeral.
And now he is gone.
And so are other colleagues. And their wives.
And your high school teachers are almost all gone.
And even your college teachers.
And now your own professional colleagues.
And you go to an Irish pub in town with 11 friends and you remember and you sing and you request songs.
And you shed a tear.
And life goes on, whether or not we go on in this place.
And so it goes.
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