|Luther College Graduation, May 1990|
Last weekend was my 25th College Reunion. I just felt a wave of nausea as I wrote that, but YES, I have been out of college for 25 years. I really thought I would know what I was doing "when I grew up" by now, but I guess it's ok to be on a perpetual journey. It was a wonderful weekend shared with my partner in life who is also a Luther grad from the class of '90, but the best part of the weekend was reconnecting with friends I haven't seen. One particular friend is pictured above and below.
|25th College Reunion, Oct. 2015|
After college our paths were different - I dove right into marriage and children along with school and work. Annie pursued her passion for music, studying and singing around the world. We connected less often as our lives were so very different. She got married when I was pregnant with my third child and we laughed that my children would be able to babysit her's. As she entered the world of motherhood, we re-connected more often.
Our lives have been busy and we live far apart, so we never see each other or talk as often as we would like. We are often in different places politically, but our love for each other allows us to agree to disagree when necessary. It is one of those friendships that can be dormant for weeks or months, but when the opportunity arises, it is like no time has passed.
Reconnecting this past weekend was particularly important as just a few days before Annie was diagnosed with Hodgkins Lymphoma. When she first messaged me that she was having a suspicious lymph node removed and didn't know what the weekend would bring, all I could think about was how could I get to LaCrosse. How could I be there for her. There were days of worry about the actual diagnosis and then the severity and prognosis. During that time my thoughts were with Annie and her husband and her 4 daughters. The prognosis is excellent, so while the next 4 months will be unpleasant for sure, her Doctor is confident that she will be cured.
This is when I hate being so far from "home." I can't just bring a meal over or drive her to a chemo appointment or pick up her girls from a lesson or class. I can pray and talk and maybe send a donation to help with extra costs, but I can't BE THERE. At least physically. I can BE THERE in so many ways and when I stop having a pity party because I'm far away I remember that.
This is when the reality of life sets in. The reality that we are getting older. Our parents are getting older. Our friends are getting older. Each reunion will include more "in memoriams" to classmates who have passed away. Each one will include more of us with parents who have passed away. More of us will have struggled with our own illnesses.
We will also be celebrating the graduations and marriages of our own children. We will celebrate the births of grandchildren. We will become that next generation.
I am grateful to have a wonderful life. I am blessed with a husband I adore, children who are going to change the world, friends who love me (and I love back), an extended family full of amazing people and work that I love.
It is so easy to get sucked into worrying about the little things, but so important to remember that life is not about the stuff or the money or the details. It's about the people and the relationships. It's about make the world a better place. It's about caring for those who aren't as lucky as we are. It's about connecting and caring and BEING THERE. Life is about love.