When our friend passed away days after one of our lunch gatherings, my heart or my head wasn’t open to organizing or meeting with old school pals again. I did state I would attend if someone else initiated it. Pam, Pam and I met earlier this year and then again today including Joyce. I want to think our sweet and dear friend, Cathy, is smiling about that and was with us in spirit. My tears as I type this tell me I was wishing more than that. I. MISS. HER! We had a great time, a couple of hours seemed like mere minutes, but we laughed and loved and vowed to do it again.
Our school reunion is next Saturday and I’m excited! A few of us started a Facebook page for ex-students earlier this year and we’ve had a great time sharing and catching up.
Are you wondering why it is not labeled a class reunion? The problem with that is this was a rural school and at times only a handful of kids in each class. Then you throw in the fact my alma mater originated as a consolidation of several even smaller schools and then finally closed altogether due to another consolidation and you end up with very few students total that ever graced the halls.
I posted several scanned photos this afternoon and included this one of our class officers with our sponsor.
It was pointed out to me, and rightfully so, how ‘happy we all looked’! Right! I blamed it on the sun in our eyes or being told to climb the slide. In truth, it was probably just eighth grade attitude! I’m that skinny freak at the top with short hair in case you wanted to know.
For those of you who have followed my ramblings on the old blog, my classmates no longer with us are on either side of me. It was a pleasure to see them as I turned those well loved pages today.
As Edward “Ed” and I sat waiting for the fireworks to begin the other night, I mentioned to him how the fourth festivities and this time of year was always exciting and important to me when I was a kid. And the reason? Once the fourth of July had passed, it was just a few days until my birthday. Funny how time passes and the older you get those same feelings from childhood have long faded. Never fear, I’m thankful I’m healthy and happy and most importantly, still here to enjoy my birthday, but it certainly doesn’t cause the excitement for me as it once did. Those were good times back then, no real worries and reminiscing the other night was good; still smiling in fact, as I sit here typing this tonight.