Reunion

A few months ago I attended my 35^th college reunion. I had been looking forward to this reunion for a few months. For the first time since graduation I felt accomplished and happy; genuinely happy. I didn’t get to see some friends I would have liked to because they didn’t come, but I did see a few I didn’t expect to see.

I was very proud of my class. We looked good! I admit I bought a dress last year specifically to wear to one of the events. It was a little tight at the time. I lost some weight and got into it and I ended up not going to the event I bought it for!

I had a small circle of friends while in college and a few of them live in Atlanta, as I do. I talk to them maybe every few months. I can’t say that we keep in constant touch. We have that connection where we don’t see each other for months, but when we do it’s as if we just saw each other yesterday. We have our own mini reunions when we can. They showed up at my husband’s funeral. I lend support when one of them has family or medical issues. These are my “sisters from another mother”.

A few days after all of the festivities were over some classmates starting posting messages about the next reunion in five years. I look forward to this one too. I will be there.