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50th High School Reunion! We went to ours last week. When I first heard it was happening, I told Mr. CowGirl (same class, same high school) that we should go. He replied, “Why would I want to do that? It’ll just be a bunch of old people!” He wasn’t being entirely sarcastic, either. But, I finally convinced him over the weeks that people would be happy to see him, and he would probably have a good time seeing them.
He and I weren’t an “item” in high school. Our class had 127 students–the largest class so far in the history of the school. He dated three different girls. I dated a couple of different guys. One of his relationships lasted two years after graduation, but she wanted to live in our hometown and Mr. CowGirl definitely wanted to leave. Actually, he joined the Navy when the draft numbers were released in January 1972…his birthday was #3 on the list! So…Very LONG Story…he and I ended up being married in 1974 and now it was time to go back and face The Past.
Yes, the ex-girlfriends were there. Yes, my former boyfriends were there. But— this time it was just exciting to see everyone! My husband and I didn’t spend much time together at the reunion. We had been in different social circles in high school, so we didn’t have the same people to chat with. I watched him laughing and talking to the three former girlfriends, all at once! A guy I’d dated for a year chose a chair so he could sit with us at lunch.
Fifty years makes a big difference! There was a memorial to the twenty-two classmates who had passed away. We noticed that some of the people who hadn’t come actually live in our hometown still. Maybe there were conflicts…maybe they just didn’t want to be there.
When we finished the party, and it was time to leave, we walked out to our truck and he stopped and looked at me. “That was really fun. Thanks for talking me into it. And…you’ll notice that you are one I’m leaving with!” He’d seen me watching him chatting with the old girlfriends. I assured him that I had no bad feelings about who he spent his time with, and who he’d talked to…I, too, was leaving with him.
Well, I guess the moral of this story is: The past is always with us…and the present wouldn’t be nearly as interesting if it weren’t!! Go see your extended family! Go to your school reunions! Look up an old friend on social media! Some of them won’t be excited to hear from you. Some of them will!Published in