Our class gave three awards in honor of the three classmates who passed away in the past year. All were quiet, gentle and humble souls. Two lived modestly, worked hard all of their lives and were ill for a long time. The third spent all of her adult life in mental hospitals. We grew up on the same street and were in classes all the way from elementary to high school. Her life was incredibly sad. No one we chose matches her experiences, but certainly her sweet, gentle nature.
There are two basic requirements for the recipients. First, they can't be getting any other awards. It's always stunning to me that wonderful, talented kids are totally overlooked. Second, their personal characteristics and values should closely match those of the deceased. All of our choices were good students with strong work ethics, decent grades. There are a zillion awards. Why weren't they chosen for any of them? Anyway, they got the Class of 1967 Memorial Award and that's pretty special.
Pride parades were held all over the country today and this year there was lots to celebrate. Marchers were jubilant! Despite the cool, wet weather in NYC, it looks like they had a great time. Opponents are going crazy, especially the far right candidates. They look like fools.
No swimming for two days means I probably won't reach my goal of twenty miles in June. Plus, the water temp must have dropped significantly from the high of 82 on Friday. It will be difficult to take the plunge tomorrow. Oh, well, my body needed rest and mending time.
Emma singing "Goodnight Moon" at graduation
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