by Jan Singer
When my high school class decided to throw itself a big birthday party (you know, one that ends in a “0”), I was a bit taken aback.
After all, we see one another quite often even though I don’t live in my hometown or home state anymore. Luckily my sisters do and I’ve stayed friends with many who were classmates from the earliest school grades.
And in case there was any doubt, I've never met a party I didn't like!
My husband decided to sit this one out—in Yankee Stadium with his college roommate. Go figure.
So I was delighted to let him know that my nursery school boyfriend AND my kindergarten boyfriend would be there. He was unimpressed. As it turns out so were both of my former boyfriends. Evidently not everyone remembers their early romances at the tender ages of 4 and 5.
Needless to say, our tender age has turned more mature—at least by the numbers. Nothing stopped us from greeting and hugging and laughing and dancing the night away.
Nothing stopped us, but something stopped 26 of our classmates.
Cancer. Heart Attack. Suicide.
It was stunning to see so very many who did not make it to this party and will never celebrate again.
I take it as a personal quest to remember those who are gone. And perhaps more importantly, to continue to live life as boldly, as fearlessly, and with as much gusto as possible!
Have you had a situation like this where you had to juggle the good with the bad—often situations that come with being on this earth for 40+ (50+, 60+, 70+) years?
We'd love to hear from you!