For quite some time now, I have felt as if the group has taken the inevitable steps away from one another towards each individual’s separate lives. Evidence of this can be found within our dwindling numbers. We are no longer that massive cluster of friends but instead, when it comes to numbers at least, a small fraction of what once were. Of course one would always wonder how or why only to find no other answer than “that’s life…” because really, that’s the only consistent answer out there. People will come and go in your life, some losses more painful than others. Still, yesterday, I felt something refreshing. A barbecue with those who remained brought back memories and feelings of enjoyment from the past. Sitting beneath a canopy listening to music, our small group that still remained came to life again with corny dances, sing along, and jokes. Even though so many had left, as a group we hadn’t changed. Though our lives had altered, we as a group had not changed. Though we were older, we as a group did not age and become stale. This refresher made me realize. This group is not an empty shell of what we use to be. Instead I realize the shell had dissipated leaving the most important parts together… Our core still remains.