Got to watch my brother Corey graduate from Pitt Johnstown this afternoon; not gonna lie: I got all choked up and cried several times.
“Slow learners,” said my corny dad.
My mom didn’t go, which is no surprise. I think the excuse she gave (2+ mths ago) was that she didn’t have anything to wear. Oh, OK.
Listening to all the outbursts and catcalls from parents in the stands as their kids took the stage to get diploma’d was yet another reminder of how different things have been for Corey and me: our lives have been woefully remiss of familial cheering.
How do you consciously miss the opportunity to encourage and support someone you love? I mean, I know I’m a “questionable parent” who supposedly wears “goth clothing” and takes pictures of her son in cemeteries, but I can’t imagine being such a shitty parent that I purposely miss Chooch’s graduation. Even if all I had was a potato sack to wear.
The one low point was when someone in front of me farted during commencements and there was literally nowhere to run.
I hope Corey knows how proud I am of him!