I've just returned from my class reunion. I missed the first few years because I lived away and precious vacation time was spent with our parents in Florida and Indiana. We wanted the grandchildren to have as much time as possible with their grandparents. I didn't want to cut into that time to go to a class reunion.
A few years ago, I broke down and we attended the final evening's dinner dance. We only remained a half-hour after the meal because my friend became ill, and we had to leave. Ten years later, I was ready to try it again. This time we decided, we being my husband and myself, decided to take in all the festivities and not just the dinner/dance.
I was able to talk to many former classmates that I hadn't seen since I graduated. Since my husband was in the military, we left my hometown shortly after our marriage to be stationed at numerous sites around the country. At first, I corresponded with some of my friends. After several moves, I lost track with all but a couple of them.
A lot of people looked liked themselves, but just older. Others appeared to be strangers at first, until I read the name tag. Then I would recognize a twinkle of the eye, a certain smile, or the tone of voice.
Our class has such a long list of people who have passed on. It was sad to read their names and know I would not be seeing them again. Several of them were people I had hoped to visit .
Our next reunion will be in five years. I already have plans to attend. I'll not let the time pass this next time around. Remembering the past and the people who lived there is part of who I am. I don't want to lose that again.
If you haven't been, go. You'll be glad you did.