Dave and his wife, Chris, Dan and Bob.
This past Saturday was my 30th High School reunion. Yes, if you do the math, I'm reaching those years...*wink*. I hadn't been to any of my previous reunions. See, I'd graduated a year ahead, so many of the people who I grew up with graduated after me. I knew a lot of the people I graduated with but they weren't the people I spent my elementary school years with. In a group of only about 60 in a graduating class, we all knew each other.Kerry and his wife, Rob and Scott
I went this year though. My husband wanted to go. I wasn't going to be alone, my biggest fear. Also two close friends said that they would go too, if I did. So we all at least knew each other was going to be there. Rob and Scott and I all had last names at the back of the alphabet. Fortunately, they placed us in alphabetical order so we always sat together. I got to know these guys pretty well. While I'd never dated Scott, I did date Rob for about five minutes. We just didn't hit it off... we were too much like cousins or siblings.Larry and his wife and my friend, Jamie.
I'm really glad I went. I did get to see some people I hadn't seen in thirty years. Chris and I were very close and I loved seeing him, especially since he played again. I enjoyed sharing all the people with my husband who is very special to me. It was nice to combine the two parts of my life.Chris, David and Dan- The boys are rocking again!
While many of the same people who hung out together in high school, continued to sit together and hang out even after all these years, I found myself smiling and laughing over stories with familiar faces. I saw people I hadn't seen in years and liked to hear that they had remembered my mom or something from the past. The absolute best part of the night was when a group of my friends got up to play their instruments again and sing! They were in two different bands when in high school and I loved that they still played. It was like being back in school again. The years slipped away and I felt myself come home.
Musings from Michigan