B100

Time is all we have in life. Period.

How we use it, how we abuse it, how we waste it, how we pray for more of it... that is all that we have.

The reunion of classmates from 50 years ago at Northwestern University was time well-spent.

Some of the time I spent at the B100 Commemoration of the Takeover of the Bursar's Office taught me things I did not know about being a student in 1968. I didn't know that the administration separated the Black women in Allison Hall... one at each end of a floor and one in the middle.
Now I know why I had a corner room. I thought I was just lucky. But then, the window did connect to the heating system which made a convenient platform to sneak in and out of the dorm. I of course, never used it for that purpose.

Seeing friends that I had not seen in 50 years was truly a blessing.  Learning that one of my buddies from Northwestern had died just before the reunion, brought me to tears. Time, it's all we have.

Getting to know some folks I really didn't know well in 1968 was a joy. Let's keep in touch. The email thread that preceded the reunion brought many of us together. Don't let it fade, over time.

The dinner at the president's house was joyous. All the hugging and kissing and "do you remembers..." and the "oh my, who is that?" We could have stayed there all night!

The time of the weekend went so fast. Here it is a week later. But I'm still thinking about it and reading new emails.

Looking back over 50 years brought up so many personal memories, too.
My first job, my first boyfriend at N.U., my first husband, my parents illnesses and passings, why I lost contact with one of my friends, my second husband, two sons, three jobs, retirement... and trying to hold onto every moment because, as the saying goes "yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery , today is the gift. That's why we call it the 'present'".

Thank you all for the gift of spending some of your precious time, together.