A few months ago, I had a startling revelation. One that was quite a shock to my being.
I wrote about it here.
I really did contemplate going. After all, I still like going "home" again. It always makes me feel closer to my Mom and Dad and my care free days of a lovely childhood. I lived where everyone knew your name and you didn't even have to be in a bar.
And I did love my school years. I was lucky compared to a lot of kids. I'm afraid I didn't do what I could back then to help those kids that were teased. I'll always regret it but I do what I can today for this generation. I was involved in all sorts of activities, walked to school and had my fair share of friends.
Yes, I had plenty of awkward moments too. I was teased, a lot. Who wasn't? Somehow, I just learned to let it roll off my back. I got along with most everyone but I never really felt like I fit into one specific group. In fact, I still feel that way! But thanks to my Mom and a few good teachers, I got involved in school. I learned so much more by being in drama, talent shows, Future Homemakers of America (*gasp* how politically incorrect), etc. than I did in my classes, I think.
I digress. Tomorrow begins my 35th reunion. I won't be going. At times like this, it's not always easy being a single Mom. I'll be there in spirit though. I've spent all week greeting everyone in my mind and thinking of what I'd say to them. In fact, I've even been having dreams about them!
I'm not sure if any of them read my blog but I'd like to say a few things to them:
To the cutest couple in class: I'm so happy you're still together after all these years.
To my drama buddy: I'll never forgot your red VW Bug.
To those we lost: You went far too soon and you are missed.
To each and everyone of you, you carry a very special place in my heart. It's true, you can't go home again but you CAN carry the wonderful memories of a delightful past with you....forever.