Likewise, Captain Schmideo2, I am sorry for your losing a good friend.
Yesterday, I stopped at the local WT cart and decided to get the latest magazines. Was I ever surprised that the husband was once a little kid I remembered from 40 years ago. He's now around late-forties and remembered me (despite my changed appearance). His parents, my contemporaries, are gone. Mutual friends are ill, some terminally.
We were discussing the "hope that does not lead to disappointment." I was cheerful and positive in my desire to be upbuilding, yet, inside, was the niggling knowledge of our having been fed that line, "just around the corner . . ."