HOME | FUNNY ARTICLES | TOP NEWS REPORTS | SUBMIT
|
 By Kaycee Nilson June 24, 2011 Instead of spending my anniversary with my husband this year, I stood with former classmates and repeated Latin verses that have been lamented on the occasion of passing of a loved one for eons. For some of those in attendance were people I haven’t laid eyes on in over 20 years. What a tragedy it took to bring some of us together. We lost a dear friend to Cancer. He fought that harder than what he fought in his time in Iraq. Each of us standing there awkwardly wondering who we could hug and those that we want to hug, but what reception would we get years after torturing one another throughout high school. But we weren’t in high school anymore, and the friend we loss was the one thing in common many of us has all those years ago, but as we sat together to get caught† up and to tell our favorite “Mike” stories, the years melted away, It felt like we were back in the cafeteria in school, but this time, instead of being picked on, it was great to sit with some that picked on me the most and be able to laugh about it instead of holding a grudge for something that was almost 30 years ago. In fact, some of the things you are mad, about actually looks stupid compared to some live experiences along the way. During the time that the outside world seemed to stop for a moment and I was able to reconnect with people that when they picked on me this time out the gate about my cane, I had some zingers in my back-pocket to let them know I took it as a joke. My most favorite aunt in the whole world had a stroke and is in the hospital She’s pretty bad from what I understand. But I risked having water next month to find a copy of a book she used to read to me under the dinning room table at her house when the family would gather for a holiday party. That book is “The Night Before Christmas In Texas.” Took me some looking, but I managed to find a copy that has the original story with the original illustrations. It will be here soon. And when it does, take a guess who’s dragging that book into Aunt M.’s room and reading it to her? That’s right, me. I owe that sweet lady at least that much. Through her I learned to take time out of everything and do something with a kid that is un-expected, traditional, and show extreme enthusiasm while doing it. These two wonderful people, Mike and Auntie M., have taught me that I need to keep telling those around me how wonderful they are to me, we really don’t know when our expiration dates are. What if that date comes and someone we wanted to tell something important, doesn’t get that information in time for it to register in their heads and hearts before they lose you and they walk around with a big hole and sadness because they didn’t get to say “Goodbye” one last time? None of us really know when the hour or minute the time of our death is upon us. I guess that none of us really want to admit to one another that we may never get to say what we want to say to a certain person or persons. When you’re younger, you never imagine what it would be like to be without the people we went to school with, and sometimes we wish we could. Being close, yet so far from some of the people I went to high school with, killed me knowing that the reception after Mike’s funeral, and the handful that show up to our reunion Friday night, might be the last time I see these people while I am standing with just the aid of a cane. I couldn’t imagine the things they would say about me in a scooter and still looking fabulous.
The message of today’s column kids, the ones you are with in high school with touch your heart in one way or another and someday you may have to come face to face with someone you bullied.
Her website containing her writings can be viewed at http://www.kayceenilson.com
Comment on this article here!
|
||||||
|
|
|||||||
|
