Graduations Make Me Cry

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Pretty much from the moment the brass quintet started playing here in the University of Florida basketball stadium, my eyes got weepy and I’ve been choked up ever since.

Graduations make me cry. As I post, we’re waiting for my godparents’ (hi Walt and Eileen!) daughter Amanda to walk across the stage. I’m resisting the urge to yell out at all the caps and gowns, “Turn around go back stay another year don’t graduate ever!!”

I’m sure they all have bright, wonderful futures, but there’s nothing quite like those four (or more) years of undergrad. That said, there’s also nothing like the day you celebrate four years of hard work, memories, challenges, and most importantly — fun.

I’m feeling my age again – has it really been three years since Pete and I had our full circle moment at graduation in Lane Stadium after meeting at freshman orientation?!

Wow, how time flies.

Easter at the Alma Mater

Any reason is a good reason to visit Blacksburg. This weekend the reason was the football team’s spring game. And Dylan. And Easter. And because Blacksburg is the most beautiful place in the world to experience springtime weather.

We spent Saturday afternoon tailgating and enjoying the blazing sun at the spring game. I got a picture with the ever elusive Grizzly Adams, otherwise known as my brother the freshman fraternity pledge.

It was very sunny in that stadium. My nose and neck still have the red, shiny hue to prove it.

A butterfly landed on Dad’s new koozie, a gift from the aforementioned Grizzly Adams, freshman fraternity pledge, younger brother of mine.

After Easter brunch and a visit with the Easter Bunny on Sunday morning, we took a leisurely walk through campus. Isn’t it beautiful?

My family of Hokies looked handsome strolling across the drillfield — Classes of 2008, 1981, 1982, and 2014, from left to right.

Hugh humored me by standing in the exact spot I’d mapped out to take a family photo for us.

Just for good measure, I let Hugh get in a picture too.

It felt good to visit the April 16th memorial a week after the anniversary for a little reflection. It’s just hard to believe that it was four years ago now that piles of flowers and letters, t-shirts and ball caps, candles and gifts of all kinds were lying reverently where 32 Hokie stones now sit in a well-designed, permanent memorial.

I’m still a little infatuated with my alma mater, and I can’t wait to go back for football games this fall. The only thing better than Blacksburg in the Spring is Blacksburg in the Fall.