The face (and erstwhile playoff beard) of a high school graduate, everyone.The hardest part about being in Europe for six months has been accepting the fact that life is going on without me back in the States. For some reason I feel like there should be some sort of pause button I can hit before I leave the country, so I can be sure I won't miss anything while I'm gone. It's weird enough to think that most of my friends completed an entire semester at Mac while I've been gone: wrote papers I wasn't assigned, performed in plays I didn't see, went to parties I didn't even know about. Or that the hockey season carried on without me watching. (If the Red Wings win the Cup in the woods and I'm not there to see it, does it make a sound?)
But weirdest of all is that my baby brother is graduating from high school today. When I left in January, he had just finished sending in the majority of his college applications, and when I come back in July, he'll be preparing for his first college semester. Yes, this is actually happening. And even though being in Europe is a pretty good excuse, it's killing me that I can't be there to share this day with him and my family. I was flipping through some pictures of him the other day and realized it's time I accepted the fact that my little brother is more talented, more popular, funnier, and better looking than I am. (Although I'm still smarter, so he has to deal with that.) I couldn't be more proud of him. So, Dan, I just want to let you know I'm thinking of you today, and I can't believe it. It seems like only yesterday you looked like this:
Silliness.I love you, kid, and I miss you. (I bet you all weren't expecting a post with such a title to end this sweetly, did you.?) Just don't go turning into a Hurricanes fan or I'll have to disown you. (That's more like it.)
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