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Looking through our class yearbook reminds me that I didn't love high school.
What's more, I'm not sure that you loved those years, either.
What a strange thing to say on a reunion page, huh? But we had some good moments, and I'm especially thankful to my friend Shehnaz Safiuddin and her Yearbook team for working so diligently back then to include us all in that book to remind us, through those and other old photos, that we did have some fun together. I look forward to sharing some of those photos with you here.
And, looking back some forty years later, I realize maybe that's all any of us can hope for: some good moments in our lives. A meaningful connection, a song we could sing together by heart, a seat saved in the lunchroom, a crucial point or goal scored, a successful team effort or an individual breakthrough that helped us feel good about ourselves, a remembered burst of uncontrollable laughter, an inside joke, a smile from a crush, a friend to help us through the pain. Maybe, after all these years, the fact that we went to the same school means that you have more in common with the people on this page than you do with most of the other people with whom we come into contact in our daily lives.
Does that make you wonder about what happened to all of those people who passed by your locker every day? All of those people who were your friends, maybe not so much in the last year of high school when we were all just trying to get through but maybe in 2nd grade, or in Heim or Casey Middle, or at a summer job?
I'm pretty sure that there are many who knew you then who wonder about you.
Those of us fortunate to be around still can speak to one another, and maybe we should.
I hope that you have had a life full of courage and that you will continue to thrive, and I hope you'll put some words here so that those who know you can hear your voice again.
Maybe we can have more good moments together.
