Another graduation season ends. And for 35 years, I’ve thought of the same thing when this heralded time rolls around.
It was a beautiful and extra-special day in May 1977 because daddy was home and not at work. We enjoyed swimming in the lake, a sunny lunch on the patio and then mom made a run to town for a last minute errand. When she returned home, she opened the kitchen door to find the most awful sound emanating from the back of the house.
Today is Thanksgiving and although I have a lot to be thankful for, I’m a little sad because I have to say goodbye.
I have decided to return to school and pursue a career in education and I know I should be excited, but I’m not there yet. I keep thinking about all of the things I’ll miss about journalism and all of the people I’ve come to know and love that have made this experience so wonderful for me.