I helped a friend move on Saturday. He and his family aren’t moving far away, really. Across the water and, though I am no good judge of such things, I doubt it would take more than an hour to get to his new place.
We said the things people do about staying in touch, not allowing our friendship to lapse into that slow death from complacency and so forth. I’d like to think that it was true. It certainly wasn’t a lie, but there is a gap between fact and truth into which many things can, and do, fall.