Those little rituals you describe make life worth living and take on so much more value as we walk further down our paths. Yes, shared history and memories have a way of binding us together. Both sides have to be willing to make an effort though. I think this is often how friendships drift, one side stops making that effort. We stopped our weekly lunches a few years ago when my wife got ill. For the past couple of years we've managed to have lunch once every couple of months. I'll definitely miss those lunches.
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