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

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  1. Yvonne says:

    Loving your post !!! I love the written word, I also love pictures. Both have a special place in my heart, but this weekend could never never mean as much to me as the hugs the recognition the words spoken from the heart, seeing people that I have not seen some as far back as 50 years some as recent as 1 to 5 years ago. It’s really funny because a lot of time has gone by some folks I spoke to in the hallways passing in school some I spent time with in school in different classes some folks we go all the way back to Henry Barnnard. I also have new friends that were classmates but we never talked at all in high school, but for the past 40 no I take that back for the past 10 years since I started looking up folks are now my close friends… When I started our website 10 years ago I started it because almost of a selfish reason, a close friend classmate and church member since we were children.. Had died I had her on my mind had been thinking about her, I was devastated when I realized she had died too young too young she had die.. I decided to not let that happen again and looked up other classmates one thing led to another and I started the website.. I have been able to reconnect with old friends. AstabLish new relationships with classmates that I never had back in the 60s. What a blessing what a blessing. This 50th reunion just put the icing on the cake for me, I now have pictures, pictures, pictures, memories, memories, and so much Love….. Lit it never end at least call or check in once a year loving you always, Yvonne

    • Patty says:

      It’s been three weeks since our high school gathering and I still have such a nice warm feeling from seeing so many people, Vonnie…especially you!

      Everyone took so much time with stopping to talk, share hugs and more and, in many ways, we made up for so much lost time. Many of us have been blessed in re-connecting and thanks to social media, we will all stay in touch with each other, hopefully, for years to come.

      I love your photographs, love seeing all that’s beautiful through your eyes!

      Love you, Vonnie!

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