We stand here together,
the awkward and the proud.
We wear the name tags even though the faces haven’t changed.
We wonder what we’ve all done
to validate our lives.
And we ask the required questions–
–do we care about the answers?
I can honestly say I’ve thought often about some of you–
the good times we had;
the tears we shared;
the few who couldn’t join us because they were called Home.
Who shall be the first to speak? Who will remember what?
We stand here together, the awkward and the proud.
Until the next time.
chimerawrites 