I remember the day he was born and now he’s graduating high school. From his first day to his present day so much has unfolded. He’s grown into a super kid. He had his moments as a little guy when he wanted things his way or no way, but we all went through those years.
School came a little too easy and there were times when cracking a book lost out to a ballgame or Sports Center or texting with friends. He was lectured by his Dad to “stop fooling around and start studying” and that would work for a while, but baseball or basketball seemed to be so much more important.
Thankfully when grades began to really count, he found his way and the grades followed. He’ll be going to a terrific college in the Fall.
If only his Dad was here to see it.
It’s almost 6 years now that leukemia took his life. The Dad, who pleaded with his son to study more, has missed the beauty of watching this young man grow into some one he would so proud of; some one who has his father’s expressions and on occasion even resembles his Dad with a wince or a smile. Cancer strikes hard.
This grown-up guy will stand with his friends and graduate this weekend. Family and friends will smile and applaud and try to pretend all is right on this joyous occasion, but in reality we’ll all be missing that Dad.
It’s just not complete without him.