It seems like just yesterday when we used to roam these halls folks. The halls however are no longer standing. But the memories will live forever in the mind and hearts of us all. Back then none of us had any real idea of what we would grow up to become. The sad part is if you visit the site http://www.wheeleralumni.com/ they have place where they list those who passed away. I check this site every now and then looking to see who is no longer with us. Many of them I knew and some were even close friends at some point in the past. I was both happy and sad to see this section. Happy to know there is a place dedicated to those passed and sad to see anyone listed on it.
My son now services Wheeler and I did venture by there to snap the photos of it while it was being knocked down this summer. But I'm glad he does it now instead of me. It hurt like crap pulling up and seeing it in a pile. But everything in life changes and life goes on. Many of us now have our own kids to worry about now some of us may even have grand children :) I'm not there yet but I know it's just around the corner.
But as for those that didn't make it and have passed away remember them and cherish the memories. If God is willing you will like myself get to watch yourself grow old and fall apart. My brother died at 39 years old in 1993 from cancer. I'm 46 now and laugh at myself when I look at my reflection. OLD! Yes it happens we made the climb all these years up that freaking hill and now we get to ride it back down while watching our body change in all the bad ways. Did you ever look at an old person when you were in high school and just stop and think that will be me one day? Yea I never took to much time thinking about it myself until just a year or two ago when I was going into Wheeler to service them and looked at my reflection in the glass door I was about to open. My hair used to be black and it's now going white and my beard is white. Everything about that reflection looked old. And yet I remembered reaching for that same door 28 years ago seeing such a young man in my reflection. That person is gone if you passed me today you wouldn't know me in fact you may have and didn't know it.
But I wouldn't trade any of these wrinkles for anything. I earned them folks and enjoyed doing it.
1 comment:
Frank,
Thanks for doing this blog. I know how you feel. We are too young to be this old!! I sure don't feel like I'm 46!
I'm so thankful for the memories we share and the great school we got to be a part of for a small part of our lives. It's funny that it only lasted for 4 years, but had such a huge impact on our lives.
I hope all the Wildcats of old are doing well and realizing that live is just a vapor. I pray that each of us are being good stewards of the life that God gave us. I love my boys and am trying to spend as much time with them as I can before they leave my house.
Thanks, again, for capturing the last memories of the "old Wheeler" that we all love and cherish!
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