Today I went to a memorial service for a classmate from high school. I hadn't seen this classmate probably since June 1, 1975, the day we graduated. But thanks to Facebook, I reconnected with her last year.
Facebook has been the technology tool that has reunited many of us from that graduating class. Women with whom I walked the halls of Notre Dame from 1971 - 1975, women who were not a part of the gaggle of girls that I regularly hung with back then, have become the Circle of Friends. Our common bond is that our journey to adulthood started in the same place and shaped who we are now. That, and we all have computers with a Facebook account!
We are a diverse group. Among us we have a court reporter, a couple teachers, a CPA, a homemaker or two, a columnist, a corporate VP, a HS guidance department head. Several of us are breast cancer survivors. Some have lost parents. All have lost a classmate. We live in NJ, PA, DE, Utah, Florida, Virginia, and other places. Some are married, some are divorced, some are single, some have significant others. Some have at least one kid. We all bear a resemblance to the girls we were 35 years ago but the lines on our faces and the gray in our hair attest to lives filled with work, family, and challenges won and lost. We are the Circle of Friends, true sisters of the heart. We give support better than any expensive bra. And that's how we roll.
Godspeed, Linda, the one who remains in the middle of the Circle.
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Well said, Ilene. I'm so glad to have re-found you. All of you.
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