I MOVED MY GRADUATION TO OUR DRIVEWAY SO MY DAD COULD SEE IT
The solitary walk from the parking lot to the stadium would have exhausted him. The doctors had been clear—weeks, perhaps days. But Dad was resolute. And proud. He often expressed his desire to see me walk across that stage, diploma in hand. So, I brought the stage to him. I reached out to my dean, knowing it was a bit of a gamble. “Is there a possibility,” I asked, “that you could bring the ceremony to us?” After two hours, he replied: “We’re on it.” That morning, on what was supposed to be my graduation day, a small army of... Continues…
