Two years ago, we sat in a stifling hot gymnasium, watching The Rebel Without a Pause, AKA, my nephew, as he graduated from high school. Last night, it was his sister's turn to don a mortarboard and to make her sojourn down the aisle to her future.
My sister is now, officially, an Empty-Nester. I'm not quite sure how she feels about that. Actually, I'm pretty sure she would say that she isn't quite sure how she feels about it, either, but; there it is.
Time waits for no man, after all. Just ask my mom and dad, who, not so long ago, sat in a stifling gymnasium, watching as I and each of my sisters graduated from high school, ourselves.
Now, if you will excuse me, I feel the need to do something, anything, to get that stupid Turn, Turn, Turn song out of my head because; there may be a season for each thing under heaven but ear worms should surely be excluded.