I have been getting a lot of e-mail concerning the reunion. 
Much of it is from people who did not get to come and want 
to know how it went. I will try to sum up the week-end in a 
few words here.
The reunion turned out not to be an event but rather an 
experience. I say this because there were several of us, 
Jeannie, Norma, Jerry, Brenda, Gary and myself, who did 
something that most people dream of but are never 
allowed to do. For two days we were kids again. We went 
back in time. 
I think Brenda said it best when she wrote, "...I did not want 
it to end. I felt secure around all my loved ones. It has been 
a while since I have felt that."
And now that she's back she wants to, "...run away and find 
peace in the woods".
In Jeannie's story about "Sweet Liberty", she can't figure out 
why the other little girl won't play with her. She wants so 
much to be friends with the other little girl. 
There was a certain Spirit that was present during the reunion. 
From the time the storms ceased, at the onset, until the last 
car drove out of the driveway, the Spirit dominated the 
week-end. I can't help but think that, all the time we were 
together, somewhere up above Mom, Dad, Grandma and 
Grandpa Simms, Tain and Claude, Sue, Anita, Mazie, Randy... 
all of them, gathered in a circle, watching us as we celebrated 
in their memory. 
Will there be another reunion? That is not my call. That is 
up to you. Will we ever be allowed to go back in time and 
become kids again? That also, is up to you. 
God Bless all of you, Wayne.