Special

     ‘Long time friends’ seems more helpful nomenclature than ‘old friends’ for obvious reasons. Classmates for four years of high school and two of college and in Sunday School before high school. Memories before high school are vague. Though I do remember when her father died, it was in 1948.

    Today we shared brunch and memories. Death takes away those with whom we share memories which is a large part of the pain of grief. The high school was tiny, usually around 30 students in four grades. Ours was the largest class in school with eight. Of the eight only three survive and so two thirds of the survivors shared brunch and memories.

    There is something choice about time with long time friends. Significant is the realization that such relationships are time limited and the time left is greatly decreased. It is another gift for which I am grateful.

Takk for alt,

Al

I miss teaching in the Hmong charter school, Noble Academy.