Friday was a day for celebrating memories.
Friday morning we attended the memorial service for our friend and classmate, and we all tried to celebrate his life and not focus too much on the injustice of his sudden death at age 28. (Twenty-eight years is not enough.) The best tribute came from the stories told by the honorary pallbearers. It was a laughter-through-tears (Shout-out: Steel Magnolias) moment.
Friday night we attended my 10-year high school reunion. It was a tremendous success. The event was held at the one of a kind Joe T. Garcia's; we ate Mexican food with access to an open bar on an open patio with lots of old friends and fun conversations. My husband, for the first time ever, is actually looking forward to the upcoming hometown reunion. I'm connecting with old friends, and he's making news friends- my two worlds merged.