Feelings of loss linger for a while, then suddenly reality kicks in and one accepts the inevitable. Camaraderie should be experienced in real time.
This doesn’t mean that fair-weather friendship is noble.
Time and distance do count for something, however. Is there any point in pretending that life doesn’t persist in offering new challenges?
Appreciation of shared experiences is valid and even valuable, but the eternal now is where things are really at.
I used to be judgmental about ghosting. Now I can see that each lane has its own twists and turns.