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stevenpiziks) wrote2020-06-01 11:17 am
stevenpiziks) wrote2020-06-01 11:17 am
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The Plague Diaries: Loss of Graduation
Saturday evening, Darwin and I were out for a brisk COVID 19 walk when my phone buzzed me an alert: Max's graduation was starting in an hour.
I'd put that alert on my phone last autumn, when Max started his senior year. Today, instead of being a reminder of his upcoming milestone, it served as a reminder of how much we've changed, how much we've lost.
I should have been, at that moment, finding a seat at the Convocation Center at Eastern Michigan with the rest of our family. I should have been straining to find Max in the crowd of seniors who filed in to the main floor. I should have been listening to speeches. And I should have gotten teary-eyed as Max crossed the stage to get his diploma.
Instead, I was walking outside on a chilly spring evening, noting a reminder on my phone I'd made at a happier time.
I'd put that alert on my phone last autumn, when Max started his senior year. Today, instead of being a reminder of his upcoming milestone, it served as a reminder of how much we've changed, how much we've lost.
I should have been, at that moment, finding a seat at the Convocation Center at Eastern Michigan with the rest of our family. I should have been straining to find Max in the crowd of seniors who filed in to the main floor. I should have been listening to speeches. And I should have gotten teary-eyed as Max crossed the stage to get his diploma.
Instead, I was walking outside on a chilly spring evening, noting a reminder on my phone I'd made at a happier time.