To all my classmates, teachers, friends, and family who were together on that Friday afternoon and the days that followed: fifty years on and I still see you as though it were now.
We know that three hundred years before that day Shakespeare expressed our thoughts most clearly.
When he shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night,
And pay no heed to the garish sun.
Romeo and Juliet, III, ii, 21
