
Careers had come and gone in the past four decades. “Retired”
had been added to the biography of many. A whole generation has grown up, and
in the process made many of us grandparents. The graduates of 1979 UBC Law
School were as diverse bunch, at least in terms of personality and background.
The career paths of those in attendance stretched across the gamut from
well-heeled executives, who had never practiced law, to retired judges. There
were politicians of every stripe and practitioners of every calling. A curious and
incongruent crowd of older folk, so disparate in their views and appearance
that an observant stranger would not have easily identified what they all had
in common.
Admittedly, I attended this event with some trepidation. The
legal profession rewards confident men and women who show no sign of weakness
or vulnerability. It was no secret that I had Parkinson’s disease. There was no effective disguising its symptoms.
But, scanning the list of those of our class who had passed on, I realized it
was a privilege just to be in attendance.
Why do we hold reunions? Sure, there are those who are
simply curious and attend in order to extract the latest news, the juicy bits, just
to be “in the know”.
Perhaps to others, the reunion was a sort of a tontine, or death pool, where the last person alive “wins” and we attended to record the
fact that we were still contending for the prize.

Life, like law school, and Parkinson’s, is best lived by
taking the risk of sharing the experience with others. Otherwise, the challenges can easily drive us
to retreat, giving into the fear of rejection and misunderstanding.
Driving home from last night’s reunion I thought of those of
my classmates who did not join us, and I wondered why they had stayed away. Could
it be they did not want to be judged or compared to others? It may take some courage, but whether it is attending
a reunion of old classmates or getting together with others who struggle with
PD, the benefits of taking the risk far outweigh the certainty of loneliness.
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