It is late

It is after 10 PM, and I am feeling very sentimental tonight. I have been looking at this screen for hours doing genealogy. I always get sentimental thinking about those who have gone on before. But then I drifted into facebook and somehow ran across a person I had known all through school, and I mean all through school. We were in kindergarten together, and in the same classes on and off until we graduated from High School. We lived around the corner from each other, and some of my few memories of childhood involve him. As we got into High School, our lives seemed to take different paths, and I had not heard anything of my friend for 30 years. How does one lose touch with a friend just like that? As I look back, I have lost touch with so many friends. I wonder, is it just to hard to keep in touch, or what?
As I read of the struggles in my friends life, and how he has come through them, I am amazed. And I wonder where my life is. I keep myself in this small secure circle. I have my family (who by the way mean everything to me) and rarely to I step outside. I wonder if I have spent all these years hiding within myself. Who have I helped, who have I touched. What wonderful words of wisdom do I give that help others. Sometimes I really wonder what I have done with my life-and it is way to far past my bedtime for this.
Tomorrow is another day-a day to make a difference.