In September of this year, Trace and I took a long weekend to return to Michigan to attend my 50-year high school reunion. Holy crap!!! How time flies when you’re having fun.
All I can say is, I am glad that we had to wear name-tags. You don’t realize how much you change over the years until you see the kids you grew up with 50 years later. But I have to admit that the get-together was both fun and sad at the same time. For starters, I wish that a few of the classmates that I hung out with and were close with would have showed up. It really would have been nice to see some of them. But it’s amazing how all the old “cliques” and “groups” just sort of melted away. I had a really good time with all of the folks that did show up, even though we weren’t all that close when we were in high school. And for that, I was and am truly grateful. I think Trace even had a pretty good time.
But the sadness comes from learning that one of my classmates that I did hang out with met an unfortunate end. She was a brilliant person who became a pediatrician. But I guess somehow she fell in with the wrong people, and crossed to the wrong side of the law. While in prison, awaiting her trial, she apparently committed suicide. I only heard about all of this at the reunion. It’s still hard for me to wrap my head around it!
I only collected one picture from the reunion, which I am posting below.
