I met a classmate this week for the first time. Our class was huge. None of us knew everyone. Buildings and classrooms stretched over fifty acres, walking and running, talking and laughing, worrying and crying, feeling full, and empty.

We have a lot in common. High school was not without struggle for any of us. Fifty-five years of days and nights, struggles and pleasantries, sickness and health, and still, we are here. I’m grateful you are and that I am … still here.

I’m grateful we are able to gather together. It will be simple and easy. A comfortable night together on Saturday and a memorial breakfast on Sunday morning.

It would be an honor to gather with you.
Hope you can make it,

Tommy Olive