So Long, Farewell

Now that I'm done with law school, I guess I really am a lawyer. It is, indeed, a hard thought to wrap my head around. Rarely have three years gone so fast.


Graduation, which fell on Memorial Day, was just beautiful. It was, at the same time, the most difficult day since I've become motherless. She wanted to live long enough to see me graduate so desperately that we almost went up for commencement a year early, in case she didn't live to attend my own. I regret I didn't push for that trip.

Her absence from this picture weighs on me. But I really did feel like she was there the whole time. I could hear her cheering (and crying). I could see her clapping (and standing in the shade). And, when they called my name to walk across the stage and receive my degree, I could feel her warmth and love. So much of what I've accomplished in life is due to her support and affection. That goes for you too, Dad.

But life, it seems, goes on.

I learned a lot in law school. But I learned even more from my mother. One of her lessons was to "think of the good times." So, I think of her a lot.

With this one by my side now, I know there are still plenty of good times to come.

Much of this blog has been devoted to my experiences as a law student and a son coping with the loss of a mother. Both of which have run, for the most part, their natural course. With that in mind, I now sign off. I'm not saying that I'll never post here again. I am saying that I rarely will.

Thanks for caring enough to check in on me from time to time.