Sadness

How much of this is lack of food and water, I don't know; but I'm really sad. Three of my friends graduated from high school today. Two from the island school, and one from home school. Technically my sister is graduating as well. I grew up with these kids. One of them literally rode a trike when we met him. He was so cute. Now he is nearly nineteen, has his own boat, and is headed for college. We're all headed in different directions, all points south. When will we meet again? It will never be the same. We'll have new friends, new ideas, different agendas, hectic schedules. There will be no more "common core of experience" on which to base meaningful communication. Well, that's an exaggeration, but the point is that we will no longer be experiencing things together. Getting "big kid's bikes," learning to drive, getting a first car, the throws of growing up: we did it all together. I know that one of these kids will come back to the island, but will the others? Will I?