Tomorrow afternoon is the day I've looked forward to for probably around 6 wks now; my 25th class reunion. I will admit, I'm very... ummmm, whats the word? nervous, anxious, ... well, anyway....I am excited about it, even a little sad, yes, I'm sooo melancholy. 25 years have just passed by so quickly. These are some of the first very important people in my life that were such a big part of 12 years of my life, some even longer than 12 years. I see some of them from time to time. But, what about the ones I haven't seen in years? What will they look like, what will their interests be, etc.? Tomorrow at 4 p.m. will tell the tale, I guess. I hope lots of the class will be there. We may never get to meet like this again. Everyone is scattered about with their own lives. We've been so blessed to not have lost anyone in the last 25 years; that is a rarity.
I'm finding myself very emotional over the whole thing. I just hope I can find the words to tell them how special they are to me and sincerely from my heart, I love each and every one of them. I hope I don't cry. If you are reading this, you are probably rolling your eyes at me.
The Class of 83 was a great bunch of folks, a close class of people. I took care of the white hair this week, couldn't seem to lose the much needed 20 to 30 pounds this week! lol.
I will post hopefully tomorrow night or Sunday about the blessed event!