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New Milford High School
Class of 1974
New Milford, Connecticut

PICTURES AND
THOUGHTS

Jon Sercel's daughter at her graduation.
She is planning to be a pilot. Good luck,
Kimberly!
Jean (Rice) Squires with her daughter Sarah and
Sarah's daughter, Alexandrea Pauline Brown, who was
born May 10, 2008.

30 year Class Reunion - 2004
Old Age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always
wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometimes despair over my body - the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the
sagging butt. And often I am taken aback by that old person who lives in my mirror (and looks like my
mother!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.

I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter
belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own
friend.

I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement
gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avant garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be
extravagant.

I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom
that comes with aging.

Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?

I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60 and 70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep
over a lost love...I will.

I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with
abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old.

I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually
remember the important things.

Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one,
or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what
give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will
never know the joy of being imperfect.

I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be
forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before
their hair could turn silver.

As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question
myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.

So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not
going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or
worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day (if I feel like it).

50th Birthday Bash - 2006
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