25 years gone in a blink!

I attended my 25th High School Reunion this past weekend.

This is the first year I TOTALLY had a blast.

Being mid-forties has a lot to do with it.

By now we are comfortable in our skins. Or at least we are simply to old to care!

25 years later, we don't remember the in-fighting, who stole whose boyfriends/girlfriends and are simply happy, and grateful, for we who have successfully endured - weathered life's storms - and made it to the other side.

At this point in the equation, there is a list of us who are no longer in this physical realm. We honored them in whispers and quiet wishes.

We shared our children and spouses.

Many, who were not in our "class", also came - we invited all - and it was truly a treasure to see faces from old.

Saturday we actually had a picnic on our school grounds and empty halls preserved our laughter, wishes and dreams. It was a beautiful thing.

I took in every hug, every kiss, and every warm embrace -

Recollecting our love for one another was so easy.

I hear our promises from yesteryear and today in my soul. Reunion.

United we stand - a testament of determination and strength ... many of you have crossed these declarations - some have experienced more than others ...

What stands out for you? If you remain in the same city as your youth, do you keep in touch with old haunts and relations? What have you enjoyed or disliked about celebrating your past?

I, for one, simply can  not wait for our next gathering!