As I’ve said in past slices, I’m not a terribly religious person. I think about today, Good Friday, and it has specific memories for me – and they are all Good.
Good Friday – 1993. Kathy, Jay and I were sitting in our former school district office. The offices were closed. Jay was our Superintendent. Jay was helping Kathy and I with our paperwork for our Administrative Certificate. At 12:00 pm Jay stopped talking. At 3:30 he talked again. I was very confused. He said he couldn’t talk because that was the time period when Jesus died on the cross. This was news to me (the part about not talking – that is!)
Good Friday – 1995. Kathy, Jay and I (again!) in the cafeteria at Hale Middle School (my new school district). We were preparing for Breakfast with the Easter Bunny to take place the following morning. Kathy and I ran out for dinner and brought back chicken. Jay reminded us that we couldn’t eat it – it was Good Friday – no meat. I thought…..you guys can’t eat it, but I can!
Good Friday – 2013. Kathy, Jay and I (are you sensing a pattern?) together at the condo. Every year we meet to divvy up our White Sox baseball tickets for the upcoming season. It’s a tradition. This time we lingered a little longer. It’s been close to 6 months since we’ve gotten together so we have a lot to catch up on. Much has changed in our lives since that Good Friday back in 1993. Each of us is looking a bit older and moving a bit slower. One thing that hasn’t changed is our friendship. Oh, and we made sure to meet well before noon and there was no meat involved!