Right now I am grappling with an impending high school reunion. I have been bombarded with letters and e-mails from people I haven’t seen or heard from in five decades, telling me how much they are looking forward to seeing me at the reunion. While these letters are touching, I wonder why, if I was so important to them, they haven’t bothered to contact me in fifty years. I wouldn’t mind seeing some of them but the idea of an 8PM banquet in the old high school gym with cocktails following at the CO-OP, doesn’t have a great deal of appeal.
Perhaps the enthusiasm about this reunion is the fact that they realize it will probably be the last time most of them will get together. I find that depressing. How do you gracefully say goodbye at the end of it when you know it probably REALLY is goodbye? Reminds me of when my father was dying and I had to leave. What do you say?...“Hey, see you later”????
I suppose my only compensation would be that I am the youngest…by a year. I could gloat about that, although, at this stage, one year hardly makes a difference. My mother used her influence as a teacher to get me into the first grade when I was just five. I was barely 17 when I entered college, so I am one of the youngest there as well. I still haven’t decided whether to attend or not. Any of you other elder statesmen run into this problem?