My vacation included visiting one of my dearest friends. We’ve been friends since college, the kind of friends who pick up where we left off. Sure it’s been nearly twenty-five years since college, and we don’t talk as often as we’d like, mostly because we can talk for hours about nothing, about everything about life’s best and worst moments. We are more alike now than we were then but still different. She’s a stay at home mom with four sons. I’m a single working woman with no children. Middle age has a way blurring differences between people. The disappointments of life are no respecter of persons. Lost dreams and joyous moments may be different for each of us but leave the same imprint upon the heart.