I recently attended a multi-year class reunion for the graduating classes of 1959-70/’. It was put on in connection with the 60th reunion of the class of 1963. It was very well planned and took a group from that year a great deal of time and effort to make it a pleasant meeting.

I had a good time but came away a different person than before I attended. I have lived most of my life in a state of nostalgia. I felt the era in which i was a youth was the best of times but realized I have probably wasted a good part of my life thinking like that. Friends that I made during my formative years were good friends at the time but friendship sometimes fades with the passage of years and the new life experiences that we are forced to deal with. In other words, we go on with our lives and outlive our life in the past. It is probably meant to be like that. Maybe that is the definition of progress. It might be the definition of maturity.

I will cherish my past because of the things it brought to my life but i am no longer going to look back as much as I have in the past. Its a bit late but I am going to look forward to new things. I am going to concentrate on the new people that I meet, on my relatively new great grand sons , and cherish the new experiences that come my way.