Alma Matters

Warning: Cliches to come, fast and in great numbers...

So the High School Reunion has come and gone. We made it through, Hina, Melissa, Andra, Sue and I. We're not so sure about Gerry. We worry about Gerry.

But overall it was good; it was okay. To see people you knew when you were in 1st or 2nd grade. To see how they have changed and that they haven't changed. And to see if they think you've changed and if so for better or worse? Yeah, all that stuff.

Who was too good (read too busy and successful) to come back to old BHS? Who did we hope to see? Who did we not want to see? In the end it was the core, those close friends you had, the ones you were delighted to be back in touch with via Facebook, that you stayed with most of the time anyway. And the rest, were a curiosity. Life did go on for them after you knew them, and it turned out pretty decent. Not great, not fantastic, but good, just like with you. The Ups and Downs. Check. Weight gain, check. Ill health, check. Those who still irritatingly look fantastic, check again. And there I was not sure where I fell. Somewhere in between I suspect.

It took a lot of energy. There were some awkward moments: one person's response to the fact that I have no family of my own: "Oh, that's okay." Yeah. So, in another 20 years, where will we all be? Who knows? But it'll go by just like *that*.