The dark grey motorcycle helmet sat on our entry way table as the reunion party was underway. I couldn't for the life of me figure out who it belonged to and was quite curious. I went into a crowd of possibilities and asked, "Who drove a motorcycle here?" A long pause ensued from the group and then Carl nodded and smiled. It was him.
I didn't know Carl well in high school. He was in my periphery…a kind spirit, caring eyes and quieter than many. When he first arrived at our 20th reunion several classmates and myself didn't recognize him and we didn't know he lived right here in town. For a few seconds, I felt sad about this-that there were people right within a few miles who I hadn't acknowledged or seen over the years. But then it just made me more grateful for this 20th gathering of class of '94.
As the DJ started the music up and the disco lights started shining on the wood ceilings, a small group of us took to floor dancing to 90's tunes. The music brought our spirits back 20 years and I cared less about talking, reconnecting then I did about just being with my classmates. Dancing. Laughing. Being.
Half way through the evening a song played in honor of my classmate, Tambi Fields, who passed away here in Kodiak several years ago. River of Dreams was one of her favorite songs and as the DJ played it, we held hands, smiled, cried. Outside on the porch in the misty night, the guys and gals of our class raised their glass in a toast to Tambi.
River of Dreams-Billy Joel
|Some things will never, ever change…Boys+fire=happy!|
|good times reconnecting|
|mother daughter dancing at its BEST|
|Friday night group shot at Powerhouse Dinner|
|Cheers to class of '94|