Class members remembered at Ferris reunion

In the fitness center locker room this morning, I struck up a conversation with a woman named Connie who had attended her 1971 Ferris High School 40th reunion over the weekend.

Out of a class of about 525, at least 31 have died, and the number could be slightly higher, Connie believed, because some there were remembering folks who were not on the official list of those who had passed on.

We had an involuntary moment of silence because 31 sounded like a lot. I think when we remember high school, we are all frozen in our prime, and so to imagine 31 gone, it seemed astounding.

My 40th high school reunion is in two years. I try never to miss reunions because I like to see how people’s stories turn out. But they are also a good reminder of the passing of time and how much we should savor the gift of each day, each year, each decade, each reunion.