Written by our Class Philosopher: Joe Harris
In my minds eye I see us as we were, young, vivacious, full of life and of ourselves. And at the same time my old eyes see what we are, graying sagging, worn by the years of work and family and life. As startling as it is, I realize that we are in the autumn of our lives. And as we know, autumn quickly turns to winter.
We decided to do an odd year reunion. Forty three years, a random number, one most would let pass in favor of a more significant milestone like 45 or 50. As we spent the day together Saturday, wandering through the shops, lounging on the sidewalk benches and in the cafes, I realized how wonderful a random numbered year can be. And I thought to myself, time is passing so quickly and with so few chances to do this again, I will take every opportunity given to have this experience, random year or not.
I think it’s because we enjoy each other's company so much. From what I understand, not every high school reunion is this sort of experience, with old rivalries still in play, back biting and one-ups-man-ship taking the lead. With the focus on who has the most stuff, the best spouse and most accomplished children, these events are disasters. Perhaps I am naive, but that just doesn’t seem to be a part of our get togethers. I honestly don’t remember much of that sort of thing going on when we were in school together and so it is just not there when we reconvene. Our class may be unique because we have always enjoyed being together. Sure we had our share of disagreements, the bumps and bruises of being teenagers, but overall there was, and always will be, a special bond that we all share. I can’t explain it, but I think it is simple, we just like being with each other.
This reunion was no exception. Even if the numbers were not what we had hoped for it didn’t put a damper on the fun. As always, I heard stories about things I didn’t know were happening when we were in school, learned little secrets that could finally be told, and laughed and cried (inside) and hugged and reluctantly said goodbye, till we meet again, if we meet again. That is the point I started out to make. Next time you have an opportunity to be with the ones you love; don’t let it pass you by. Autumn is turning to winter.