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High School classmate of mine died awhile back and I found this reflection, written on the occasion of his passing. I remember feeling the nostalgia one feels when remember teenage years and contrasting those years with the certainty of one's mortality. Made even more poignant in that we're in graduation season and what an unusual graduation season it is. Our graduates are doing virtual graduations,..no pomp and circumstance, except that played by our computers,.. no crawds of family and friends in cavernous auditoriums, no diplomas given on stage. No, this is a markedly different graduation season. But it remains immortal. It will live in memories forever as does my High School graduation from 1967. In my year book, I found this a note
written by our Vice Principal. I think this is the very first time I've
actually read this note, but looking in the rear view mirror, 50+ years,
it caused me pause in its timeliness. Funny how statements that held little meaning carry such importance today.Our graduating classes of 2020 have weathered the storm. They have endured and conquered, with frustration and persistence, with resignation, and diligence, with despair and hope. They have shown up in times when tghe paths grew dark and the hope seemed to evaporate in a whisper. In this they have learned I hope they have learned that life can be uncertain. But I hope they have also learned that when you continue to show up, you'll surmount your obstacles.
"Untold adventures" really do await them. If they continue to show up for the journey with the diligence, resilience and compassion they've shown through this period of uncertainty and confusion, the world will indeed be a better place.
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