The best of times…

The draft had been sitting on my desk for a few weeks in preparation of an after-reunion blog post.  Shortly after I walked in the door late last evening, I opened the folder and read over all that I imagined this gathering would be in the months and days leading up to the event.  Notes were everywhere, scribbled on pads or left in my phone, both safe havens for thoughts that randomly fly into your head, thoughts so very much worth saving.

I wondered, should I rush to share a review or give it a few days?  Maybe more time was in order to properly reflect back over a night of celebration that ended all too quickly.  Deciding that this was the best plan, I shut down my computer around 4 a.m. and headed for bed.

My mind, unfortunately, kept working. 

How do you turn off something that, after months of preparation and anticipation, exploded into a wonderful frenzy of hugs, kisses and tears?  The energy of the evening’s festivities kept playing through my head but I fought the urge to sit down and put together a few paragraphs.  Haste wouldn’t do justice to my attempt at describing an event I once wasn’t even sure I would attend.

Morning came and I paced, notebook in hand, writing down bits and pieces as I walked around my home.  I stopped to check Facebook now and then as classmate-friends posted photos taken over the past two days and scrolled through some candid shots on my phone and camera.  In each picture, I could still hear the laughter and feel the warmth of the hugs as many of us met again after more than twenty-five years, some not since our graduation in 1964.  

It’s now after 6 on a Sunday evening and the words are in a holding pattern over my head, waiting to make their final landing. 

Back in 1989, our 25th reunion had most of us at a point in our lives where we were very full of ourselves.  Careers, growing families, much to boast about and those of us who attended that event did just that.  Faces were still familiar and the groups of classmates who had grown up together in the same neighborhoods and attended the same elementary schools gently partitioned themselves off from those who didn’t share that special bonding.   This interpretation is not a criticism of who we all were back then; we were a graduating class of 775 students who could not possibly have all known each other at any point in time.  Various conversations shared similar comments to this effect, over and over,  just twenty-four hours ago. 

We’ve grown.  Older, yes.  Wiser…most definitely!  Last evening we perused name tags, as I predicted we would, but this time around it was different.  With the exception of a scant few people, most looked at a tag, then the person wearing it and, well, it was almost magical with each burst of recognition!  Let’s face it, so much of that former physical familiarity has changed but as we all walked around the banquet room, in search of,  we took the time to embrace a smile we once knew, a voice we once spent time talking with or that person who made us feel special each time they passed us in the school hallways by just saying…hello.  Last night we boasted, of course, about our grandchildren, retirement and travels.  This time around, we also shared the sadness in our lives,  the loss of loved ones, divorces, illnesses and were no longer divided little groups.  The hugs and words exchanged were genuine and from each of our hearts.  Last night, we were on common ground.  We did, in fact, share the best of times.

As with so many things, our celebration ended much too soon but the memories will linger until my end of time on this planet.  Saying good-bye was difficult, at least for me, and I chose not to say those words, to anyone.  I’d much rather leave that door open and be ready to say hello…again.

Our memories of yesterday will last a lifetime
We’ll take the best forget the rest and some day we’ll find…these were the best of times




Days are winding-down, excitement is building.

It started out as a thought, became an idea and then evolved into a plan by a group of dedicated people who have given it a life of its own.  Suddenly, a date fixed in the future became real for each of us and the pre-gathering fun hasn’t stopped .

Along with anticipation, of course.

The phraseology that defines what’s coming has been “See You in September”, a song that has been playing through everyone’s head for months now.  But, with this event, we are all off to a fabulous start because many of us have connected/re-connected and will meet again soon, much like long-lost friends, not strangers from fifty years ago.  We will have so much to share, once we all get past the hugs, handshakes and inevitable tears that go along with any reunion. 

Fifty years ago, we graduated high school and left so much behind.  Especially the good-byes we never got to say because we were in such a hurry to move forward, even away.  In just about two weeks, we will make up for those lost words and so much more; our steps will be slower as we look to embrace every moment before the evening ends, covering us with a blanket of wonderful memories.  I’m bringing a lot of extra tissues.


Along with anticipation.  Of course.


Oh Captain! My Captain!

Laughter disappeared from our universe yesterday.  It’s doubtful that, in our lifetimes, most of us will know anyone else with the absolute genius of Robin Williams.

There is so much we didn’t know about Robin aside from his celebrity status.  Yes, the years he battled with his addictions have repeatedly been shared by the media trolls but underneath all of it was severe depression.  It plagued him.  Mercilessly.

I won’t begin to profess any great knowledge on this other than having paternal family members who suffered with this demonic affliction, as shared by a family historian.  Even today, those who have similar issues seem to be regarded in an almost uncomfortable, patronizing, manner by others.  How ironic that some major physical illness seems to warrant more compassion for an individual than some acute level of despondency which has its insidious grips on that person.   Somehow, society seems to follow a road of great difficulty in dealing with most levels of mental incapacitation.  People don’t want to understand, most choose to keep a safe distance away even when someone so desperately needs help.

All of this isn’t what brought me here to write today.   Robin Williams did.  Wonderful memories of his iconic face, brilliant talent and the emptiness he’s now left behind for all who admired him made me just want to note something on his behalf.   I tweeted earlier that Robin had me at Mork; from that point on, I was a loyal fan of this remarkable human being.  Like many, my heart hurts at his loss and for the unimaginable pain that caused him to leave his gift of laughter behind.

Oh Captain!  My Captain!  Carpe diem! 

You seized the day, Robin Williams!  You made our lives extraordinary!




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