remembering our friends

If last night's reunion of my high school classmates was more about external observations as to how we have changed physically over the years, then this mornings gathering was all about internal reflections as we remembered those from our class that have passed away since graduation.  The memorial service brought tears to many eyes.  We have lost ninety six classmates over the years.  Some died very young.  Some were soldiers fighting in a war in southeast Asia.  Some were sick.  Some died in accidents.  All were special.  All were loved by someone.  All are missed.