Have you ever been with people for either a special or ordinary event, and you wished that time could stand completely still? This weekend was one of those weekends. Last night I attended the 45th year reunion for my grade school class (8th grade). I wrote about the upcoming event yesterday. Last night was wondrous. You know, the years just melted away. We exchanged stories, shared our joys and sorrows, hopes and dreams, triumphs and disappointments. We laughed a lot. We watched the DVD of photos and music created by one of our wondrous classmates (Dave). He has such talent and did a wonderful job. The whole reunion committee put together a night that gave us all a chance to reconnect.
Only around half of us could make it to the evening. I am so very glad I went. You see, time marches on for all of us. There may not be more chances to see each other. I have to say that I wanted to sit for days and talk individually with every single one of my classmates. It was magical getting to see them again.
Perhaps moments like that are so precious to me is because I moved so many times. When you do that, the ones you have to leave take on gigantically magical proportions in your heart. At least that is the case with me. I have to say, last night’s reunion did not disappoint. My classmates are every bit as wonderful as I remembered. I do not look at them through rose colored glasses. Oh no, I look at them with my heart.
I have searched for many of them for decades. One of my classmates said that she felt as though she was finding pieces that she had lost from her soul.
I agree. You see, with the friends we make in life, and the times we have together, we create songs and tapestries. When we reassemble the pieces, the songs become an opus. Do you remember the closing scene in Mr. Holland’s Opus? As we open our hearts in life, and invest in each other’s lives, and risk the vulnerability of openness, we become each others’ opus. When we leave each other, we carry our songs elsewhere.
But oh my, when we have the chance to reassemble, the song is even more glorious than it was in the beginning. How can that be? I will tell you how I see it. We go out, and create new tapestries and symphonies. We learn, over and over again, how precious love is. We realize that it is essential to our being to reach out, to embrace each other, and to treasure the uniqueness in those we love.
Yes, it had been 45 years since I had seen my classmates. Many of them have remained in MN and are in touch on a more regular basis. But even among them, many years had gone by since they had seen each other. It was extraordinary to me that that spark I remembered burst into such flames of love again last night.
We said to each other, I remember you. I love you. You look amazing. You were fabulous back then, you are amazing now, and tell me about your life now. …
I wanted time to stand still. I truly did. I had looked forward to a regrouping for decades. The evening swept over us in waves of love. We jabbered until nearly midnight. Then it was time to go. Once again I left pieces of my heart behind. It makes me want to weep; and yet there is something that I know with total confidence. Those pieces of my heart are in good hands; very good hands. I am so glad to have pieces of their hearts in my hands as well.
I couldn’t make time stand still. But I had the time of my life.