One of the benefits of growing up in a small town is that you are blessed with an abundance of lifelong friends.
Friends you’ve known since kindergarten, the ones who know you so well that it’s no use in pretending to be someone you are not. They are the same ones you may not see for years at a time, yet the moment you’re together again – the years melt away.
We love each other and care about each other in ways that are hard to define. The miles that separate us disappear as we chat back and forth on facebook. The celebrations and the heartbreaks are shared by one and all.
We’re getting to that age where we’re beginning to lose a few of our own. It’s heartbreaking and so hard to believe each time it happens. We grieve together and we remember together.
This class of 1979 has kept close over the years – reunions were not enough, we get together in between as well. We had a special class – a classy class…a group of young people who grew into spectacular adults.
Forgive me for going on and on, I just want each and every one of them to know how loved they are. As we, once again, mourn the loss of one of our friends, we will look back at all the best times just as we will look ahead to the ones that have yet to happen.
Love you, one and all.