As we drove up the road facing the mountains in Colorado, I had the same lonely feeling I experience 40 some years ago when my parents dropped me off at a little school just below the foothills of the Rocky Mountains.
It’s an odd feeling, one I can’t really explain, just a sense of aloneness, is the best way I can describe it. As Bob parked the car I looked around to see if I could recognize at least one person, I didn’t. We walked to the front of the gym and stopped at the registration booth, I gave them my information and put my name tag around my neck. The problem was, it said Nancy Buxton and that was not my name when I attended this school. Never the less I did see some classmates and we had a good time catching up.
There were 90 some who graduated from the class of 1965 and for this 45th reunion I think only 15 came back. I wondered where the rest were and why they didn’t show up.
Am I happy I traveled 500 miles to attend my honor class, hummmmmmmmmm it was okay. You know we have all moved on. We are all really different people than we were 45 years ago. Living life has taken its toll on most of us.
What I came away with is just the fact that life is short, too short to hold a grudge or to look on the bad side of everything. Life is too short to not have a relationship with Jesus, because in the end what have we gained if we don’t have Jesus as our friend. I learned we were all most happy when talking about our families, our children and grandchildren. I learned that I love home the best and couldn’t wait to get on the road towards Nebraska.