June 1, 1990.
I was a rebel with white shorts under my cap and gown.
Crossing the stage 1st as Cheryl Acker and taking my seat.
The other rebel was at the other end of the alphabet.
Speeches, blurred voices, claps…
You know the ceremony.
And then, William Thrasher is announced.
Better known as Bubba, he checks his diploma and shakes hands.
But he doesn’t exit the stage.
He turns, faces the crowd and does “a celebratory dance move” which left us all laughing.
You don’t remember much about graduation, but you remember that.
Years go by and we live our lives.
Then 12 years ago, we cross paths again.
We lost our classmate-my ex-husband Wade and his best friend.
We arrived at Mr. and Mrs. Dailey’s driveway at the same time. We walk in together in silence.
I always think when the worst in life shows up, so does the best.
We have shared a Mom in Mrs. Dailey for a few years now.
And then the dreaded news-Cancer.
But do you lay down?
Just like the rest of your life, you show up and show out.
I have never seen anything more beautiful than you and your daughter last year at Homecoming.
Facing battles with courage and laughter.
Your journey ended here yesterday, but your story didn’t.
I hope you left this world and showed out in Heaven.
I can think of several friends and family who were glad to see you.
And when Bubba Thrasher’s arrival was announced, I hope you danced.
We will miss you.
And we will also always remember you with a smile,
The Class of 1990