Coffee with An Old Friend

Oh, he won't care that I said 'old.' We're both in our sixties, so I'm 'old,' too. We chatted about stuff going back to our high school days. He told me that he was worried about me after I split from my husband half a lifetime ago. After coffee, we went on our ways. On my drive to work, I remembered that he always checked up on me every so often, even if months and months had passed with no contact; he asked me to meet up for coffee or lunch, maybe just to see me in person or to be sure he could read me and how I was doing? Those mid-thirties years were rough for me. I was kinda 'squirrel-y' and I broke up a 15-year marriage that included two half-grown kids. I sang in rock bands, lived in a rented room, and gave myself permission to drink more than I should and live a bit of the wild life. I was lost. Plain and simple. Nice to know there's always been an angel hovering nearby ....