reflection

recently, i received an invite to my 20th high school reunion.  i'm not sure how that is possible since i'm 26 and all my stories begin with the phrase "so the other day" when they could be descriptive of events that occurred when i was a teenager.

last year, ironically enough, when my mom came to visit and brought me out my old yearbooks we were sitting on my back porch discussing the days at great valley when i received word of an old friends passing.   at first there was shock, then sadness then i began to tell the many stories of this friend while flipping through my newly reunited yearbooks.   and i smiled.

we lost two more people in the next several months from my class alone.   it was a good brick throw from God that you are not promised tomorrow, only today.   gone are the days of being invincible.


this morning i received word of another classmate from the class of 1995 passing away.  the class of 1995 was a tight knit group. Our school days were pre social media and although there were clicks per se, we all supported one another; cross gender, cross race, cross financial status.   we were lucky and perhaps our luck, is starting to run out.

i'm 37 years old (truthfully) and to the standards of life expectancy, young.   i graduated with 225 people in my class and have lost far to many, to young in recent years.  the thing about losing classmates in your 30's is that it is always tragic, there is no good reason that someone in the prime of their life has to bid goodbye so soon.

but then again i suppose the plan is much bigger than us.  much, much bigger.

rest in peace my classmates, may we all enjoy a drink together in heaven one day.