With my father in the Air Force, I saw much of the world, traveled a lot, and moved constantly. I made friends all over, many who passed through my life never to be seen or known about again.
However, I graduated from Limestone High School, Limestone, Maine, a very, very long way from home. Our 50th anniversary is this summer, but I can't attend. I live too far away. Traveling is expensive. I'll be recovering from surgery.
Oh, if the travel was possible, I'd delay surgery until after the reunion, but Social Security and teacher retirement doesn't allow much wiggle room for things like traveling several thousand miles for high school graduation reunions.
Yes, there were some advantages to being an Air Force brat, and many disadvantages, but knowing I can't attend my class' 50th reunion is difficult. After all, I'll never be able to experience it, ever. Who would have thought that something that affected me all those years ago would do so again?
All right, class of '61, take lots of photos to share with me. Tell everyone hello from me. Write me all the details. Know that I would love to be with you.