I recently attended my 50th year class reunion. It’s the third one I’ve been to since I graduated from a large city school in 1969.
I shared my fun experience with friends and family and suggested they attend their next reunion. Some said they planned to, but others didn’t believe they would.
There isn’t much change to see in early reunions, but by the time the 50th rolls around, we’ve had a lifetime of experiences and growing.
Without name tags, I wouldn’t have recognized many classmates. I’ve kept in contact with one of my “best friends” but other than bumping into a classmate at the grocery store or event, high school remains a memory.
Throughout the years, we married, divorced, moved away, dedicated ourselves to careers, children, grandchildren, lost loved ones, and became a bit more humbled.
Many of the “cool kids” actually remembered me and distributed warm and caring hugs. “Weren’t you?” seemed to be a common phrase, and “do you remember teacher so and so?”
Our hair was dyed, natural, or gone. Some of us limped to the buffet line or slipped on reading glasses.
I heard about travels, volunteer work, mission areas, and how their lives have changed throughout the years.
Along one wall were pictures of classmates that we’ve lost. I had planned to talk with several old friends who are now gone. One particular guy jumped the fence at the outdoor drive-in movie and hopped into the backseat of my car where my twin, two best friends, and I were viewing the show. I remember we squeezed together in our little Rambler and talked and laughed the whole time. I never got to share this with him. We need to take time today, because tomorrow is not guaranteed.
I left well before the stroke of midnight, and mentioned if God willing, I’d see them at the 55th class reunion.
So, if you’re wondering reunion or not. Make it a YES!