For the past couple of years,
several of us women who graduated from the same high school have met for lunch once
a month. I reconnected with several friends that I hadn’t seen in years. We’ve
bonded over life’s circumstances and decided that we like each other much
better now that we’re older. These mini reunions led to us becoming a planning
committee for our 50th class reunion.
When we think about it, life is full
of reunions. A chance meeting in a grocery store, a club meeting, a conference,
or a public event can be a reunion. Each year at the Walk to End Alzheimer’s I
see some people I haven’t seen in quite awhile. Some return year after year, and
others are just beginning the Alzheimer’s journey. These are bittersweet
reunions. We are happy to see each other, sad for the circumstances.
Each year at the Alzheimer’s Forum,
I have a reunion with my good friends Sarah, Jane, and Kathy. A year is a long
time, but it seems that we can almost pick up our conversations from the
previous year mid-sentence. We all lost our husbands to dementia and developed
an amazingly strong bond. We are sisters of the heart.
We reunite with friends and
relatives on social media and make new “friends.” We can keep up with births,
deaths, marriages, as well as, what someone had for dinner. The important
events are often interspersed with mundane observations, political rants, and
too much information. The jury is still out as to whether the benefits outweigh
the drawbacks.
We are caught up in our own little
world and are shocked when we learn of a friend or family member’s death. What
is the first thing we all say when we run into family members at funerals? “We
need to get together somewhere besides a funeral!” Sound familiar? Yet, we go our
separate ways and lead our separate lives. We never get around to making that
call, meeting for lunch, or making that road trip.
Since I’ve joined the Capps Family
Band, I spend more time with my birth family than I have in years. Although I’ve
not accomplished many of my retirement goals, at least I’ve done well in
spending more time with my mom and siblings. We have two practice sessions a
month and play music at three different nursing homes around the middle of each
month.
An additional benefit of playing
music is that I get to spend more time with my aunt. She likes to hear us sing
at the nursing home, so my mom and I pick her up when we play in Versailles. I
think I’ve spent more time with her in the past two years than all the years
before.
Whether it’s at the grocery store, a
family reunion, or a chance meeting, I love running into friends and family.
Even if we only have a brief conversation and a quick hug, it reminds me of the
connections I’ve made throughout my life. Mini reunions make my heart sing.
Copyright © June 2019 by L.S. Fisher
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