Today, I attended the funeral of one of my baton teachers. Yep, I was in baton. All of us girls were. We all loved it. We were in the competitions, lots of parades and just shows for the parents. It was lots of fun.
The baton teacher had two girls. They were a little younger than I was. But I remember them fondly. We had lots of fun running around together. We even went to their cabin on Bass Lake a couple times.We were invited to boat and ski. We even watched their father and cousin run a “marathon”. Well, we thought it was a marathon, it was probably a 5K. 
I remember glow sticks. I remember their swimming area. Their grandparents, Chuck and Bernie built a home right next to the cabin. The last time I was there, the home was mostly finished, but not quite. Behind their boat was the first time I skied around a lake. I was able to use the “cheater” skis. They were latched together. It’s the one and only time I have been able to ski.
So, I’m standing there saying a long-due Hello to one of her daughters. My appearance at this funeral, in her eyes, is just another baton student, in a long line of students. I’m not sure now if I’m intruding on a personal time – saying goodbye to her mother. But I mean no ill-will. Her mother was invited and attended my wedding. And isn’t that how it goes as you get older, the only times you see people seems to be at weddings or funerals. Life keeps you busy. And keeping in touch with people in the past is a hard thing to do.
It is also difficult to think that these moments – going to the cabin and baton, were huge events in my life. We were really excited to be going camping and meeting up with people that we knew. We thought that was so cool. I’m not so sure that their daughters think it was a huge event. I think they had people visiting them every weekend. LOL
So, those are my thoughts of the day. Judy – you will be sorely missed. Your soul shone so bright while you were here. I will miss your cheerfulness. This world needs more people like you. Rest in Peace.
