Classmates gone but not forgotten:

Diane (Applin) Schlitz

Sam Ardito

Kathy Barott Gartner

Robin Boerger Dzandzana (2004)

Dave Bolling

Denny Brau (2012)

Tom Duntley (1983)

Judy Erickson

Lincoln Flamo

Lyle Hanson (2014)

Alan Johnson

Bill Kramer

Gary Kruse

Timothy Land (1965)

Dave Lange

Judy Harter Marjama

Mary Jane Marshall

James McCoy

Ken Mickelson

Jerry Milton

Dale Nordeen

Larry Olson (1964)

Jack Pearson

Luanne Rohrbacker

Larry Ruehlman

Mike Sankey

Herman Sebolboro (2011)

Terry Thelen (2014)

Julie Thompson

Carol Urbik

Anita Walker (2010)

James Wasut (2002)

Marge Welch (2006)

Greg Wells (2014)

Nancy Wiggen (2015)

Nancy Wincek

Margaret Wodziak (2008)

The Dash Poem

I read of a man who stood to speak
at the funeral of his friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
from the beginning...to the end.

He noted that first came the date of her birth
and spoke of the following date with tears,
but he said what mattered most of all
was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
that she spent alive on earth…
and now only those who loved her
know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own;
the cars…the house…the cash.
What matters is how we live and love
and how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard…
are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left.
That can still be rearranged

If we could just slow down enough
to consider what’s true and real,
and always try to understand
the way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger,
and show appreciation more
and love the people in our lives
like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect,
and more often wear a smile…
remembering that this special dash
might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy’s being read
with your life’s actions to rehash...
would you be proud of the things they say
about how you spent your dash?

by Linda Ellis