Most classmates were recognizable, although we all showed the signs of aging since seeing each other in 2007 and 2012. Amazingly, after each conversation started, my mind pictured the classmate as they were in 1962. Some were funnier now than back in high school, and one or two looked better than they did in 1962, in my opinion. I wanted to hug every one of my classmates, but there just was not enough time to greet them all. Over the years, I have learned that the flesh of our body deteriorates and is temporary. In the end, relationships are all that truly matters. There is a poem I read often and try to live by its words:
"If I should live to a ripe old age,
may I possess some bit of individuality,
charm and wit that I will not be discarded
when I am withered, worn, and weak,
but sought after and cherished,
like a fine antique."
I cherish the twelve years spent with my classmates at the Sikeston public schools, and hope to see them all again in five years. It is relationships that shape our lives and bring happiness. It seemed odd that long-time master of ceremonies Joe Bean was not there this year; however, Tom Nunnelee stepped up to the plate and moved the event along at a good pace. Concluding the reunion by singing the Red and Black seemed to be the perfect ending. God's blessings to every classmate!

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