As I have mentioned, earlier this month I attended my 40th high school reunion. It was an event that four of my classmates and I worked on for a year. We found people, we compiled photographs old and new, we gathered music, and we threw a dinner party for 33 people at a hotel in my home town in New England.
To say that I looked forward to this occasion with incredible hopes and dreams is to understate it. To say that it surpassed my wildest expectations is accurate. The 33 of us reconnected, laughed, hugged, reminisced, sang, and stayed up until the wee hours-in large groups, in small groups, in pairs, and in clusters we spent the weekend together just being friends. It did wonders for my soul, and how good that felt has not faded in the ensuing weeks. My sister, the fabulous Grandma Blue, told me that it seemed to her that I had had a "life-changing experience." She's right.
Here I am with my wonderful, close, terrific, funny, optimistic, down-to-the-soul friend, J. We have kept in touch through the years, and have seen each other enough that our children refer to one another as cousins. My love for her has not changed all this time, although we are far apart geographically and politically. We can each respect the other's viewpoint, and talk about the other things that friends talk about. This particular toast was the first of the weekend. It was a wonderful beginning.