65th High School Reunion - Not!

I regularly receive emails from one of my classmates from the Catholic high school for girls that I went to in Philly. Some are asking for prayers, some are reminders of their regular monthly meetings at a local diner back there which almost 2 dozen alumnae still are able to attend.

Today I received an email announcing our 65th class reunion. Back when we had our 50th, I really, really wanted to go, ever so badly. I could have probably squeezed out the flight money, I couldn't have stayed in town overnight but I could have taken a redeye, changed clothes at the country club where they hold these, and flown back afterwards. But there was no way I could go.

Jane, the family friend I had known for years, like a big sister, was in her last year or two on earth and was failing in pieces. I was in caregiver mode.

Her son was living here with us, and he had a demanding job at the time and would not have been able to stay home that take to watch over her and do what was needed.

I was able to deal with it. Some things are not in the cards.

But each time I received emails, especially the mile-marker ones, 55th, 60th, and now this one, the 65th, I can't help reminiscing.

I loved that school, I loved those nuns, I loved my classmates even though at that time I was very shy and introverted.

So as this one approaches, I'll keep my former classmates in my heart and prayers.

There's no way I would want to go at this point in my life. I have always happily flown here and there, but am not willing to now.

At those monthly meetings, I am amazed that so many from the class of '57 are still alive and well enough to attend.

I am even more amazed that last year, at the 64th, we had about two dozen at that reunion. We seem to have been a hardy bunch!

God bless you all, St. Hubert's "Bambies"