Back again

Well, it's been a while. For all of my good intentions, the past 4 months just haven't been all that inspiring. You could say I've kinda been locked inside myself. Well...there was something that just "hit" me today and being me, well, I had to blog! Recently, the school I graduated from held a reunion for all of the classes that graduated in the 70's. This also included "kids" who went to school there during that time but didn't graduate with us. Some were friends of ours that we shared time with though they never "attended" officially. A beautiful place was offered...out in the country...lake...pavilion...good food...70's music playing...artfully put together by a former 70's graduate. Quite a few "showed up". My own graduating class had 6 to come. Well anyway, the thought hit me that here we were apx 30-40 years later and we just seemed to fall together as friends once again. Almost as if time had held us there. There was a common link among us. We grew up together. That night we shared old stories and we "caught up". I didn't hear a single person brag or complain. There was a remembrance table set up with photos of the ones who had passed on. I believe there were around 28. It was just hard to believe. But the real thing all of it made me think about was this. Since graduation most of us former RA students have married, had children, became grandparents. Many have suffered illnesses, lost folks we loved, divorced... The stories we carried that night may have been different from the ones we talked about but on that night we simply remembered. Our lives will always be woven by the common thread we share. The high school years may be far behind us but these are/were the folks we grew up with. We smiled, we argued, we danced with...we shed tears and some of us shared love. We cheered at ballgames...we got into mischief ...and in the end, these are the folks we return to see again. While we've branched out and moved on, I find a little bit of us stays behind. The years we shared molded us, shaped us into what we are today. I think we only begin to see this as we get older. They matter. I don't know about you but that makes me feel pretty good. To know that the building itself may move but the foundation is rock solid and there. We missed those who could not come. They were remembered in our hearts and after all, that's what it's all about in the end. Our high school years are hid back in the recesses of our mind but once in a while, it feels good to bring those memories out, dust them off, and laugh with old friends once again....