Today, my nephew, Evan, graduates and tomorrow is the 39th
anniversary of Mt. St Helens.
It’s funny because everyone
remembers the event differently. On Facebook, I’ll see, “Where were you when the
mountain blew?” and read recollections of being on the schoolyard or in class. But
it was a Sunday—I checked just to make sure I wasn’t the one remembering wrong—so,
no, you probably weren’t.
On a clear day, we could see Mt. St. Helens from a place on
our street. I have a picture from a July eruption that looks like a nuclear bomb
cloud that people have tried to pass off as the original eruption. Funny thing
was, May 18th was overcast and thick clouds—a lot like today,
actually. I remember seeing a black cloud that spread like a huge bee swarm crawl
across the sky toward the east.
I was a senior that year—which if you want to do the math,
means next year I’ll have graduated 40 years ago. I was the co-editor of my
school paper, The Bay Window. And in our farewell issue, I wrote an editorial
about Mt St Helens and the significance of it erupting during our senior year.
I had big dreams when I was eighteen. I wanted to see the
world and make my mark. I wanted to be published and become the all-American novelist—whatever
that meant.
I wanted to be a wife, a mother, and a writer. All of those came true,
even if I haven’t published a bestselling novel. You’re reading this and that’s
proof enough. And I wouldn’t trade my husband, daughters, or the life we’ve shared
for anything.
For Evan, I wish you the power of dreams. I hope you find
your passion and pursue it—even if it’s just a hobby. Hobbies can bring you
happiness as well.
I hope that you are open to love wherever you find it, but
maybe not too soon. When I was your age, I thought I’d live to be in my 70’s or
80’s if I was lucky. You and your generation may well live into your early 100’s,
maybe longer.
I felt like I had to be in a hurry to reach out for my adult
life. Don’t rush through your youth. Look for adventure while you’re young
enough to enjoy it and your body can take it.
I hope you revel in the laughter of your friends and family
(because, we are the best), that you seek out the good in everyone, and that in
almost forty years, you’ll be able to look back and be proud of more than you
are ashamed of.
Happy Graduation, Ev! I love you.
Congratulations, Evan! All the best from the Wranglers. Listen to your Aunt Margie--she has much to teach.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Liz!
DeleteThat's a lovely sentiment for your nephew. He's very lucky to have you as his auntie.
ReplyDeleteMy memory of the Mount St. Helen's eruption is from a distance of a couple of thousand miles, give or take. I was in university in Regina, Saskatchewan, and though we were so far away, I vividly remember the dust from the eruption that landed thick on everything. It's hard to believe it's been 39 years!