Commencement

Two college graduations in a week. One for my daughter, one for my brother. The latter happened yesterday. It was a special one, long delayed.

Not many of us go back to school for an engineering degree in midlife. But Phillip did. He solved problems, wrote papers, took ever-more-difficult classes. And life being life, he also worked, took his parents to doctor's appointments, and, just a few weeks ago, said goodbye to his father.

That's what I thought about most as "Pomp and Circumstance" swelled and the students students processed in. I kept thinking of one of my last visits with Dad. "If I'm alive," he said, "I'm going to see your brother get his diploma."

He almost made it — but not quite. So the rest of us were there for him. That's how it works, I guess.