Reunion

I don't necessarily have the fondest memories of High School, achieving the height of 6 feet in Middle School (or Junior High as it was called at the time) didn't lend itself to strong feelings of security. But tonight, 38 years post graduation, I sat with more than a dozen of the 'girls' who share that past with me, that past of homework, tests, finals, teachers, leaving campus for lunch, boys, sports, boys and boys. We sat together in the evening sunshine and talked of what was, what has been and who we are now, now that we are the parents and grandparents. Now that we are comfortable in our own skin, in our lives.

We talked of then, of who was who and we talked of now, of jobs and husbands and children and grandchildren and 'what was his name' and 'didn't she marry...' and 'whatever happened to..', but mostly we talked of time, that sweet measurement of life that moves faster than we thought it could.

I don't have the fondest memories of High School, but tonight I built a memory, one that will become a fond one. One that picks away at the other memories, those that aren't so fond, one that brings to my life a group of women with lives rich and strong, lives filled with people and jobs and friends and memories. Lives well lived.