My youngest sister, Kyra, is graduating from pre-school today. It still seems like yesterday that my dad was helping me haul stuff into my dorm at Case Hall, when he got a call from Sherry saying that she was going into labor.
But that’s not even the weirdest thing for me to think about right now. I just keep thinking about how old I’ll be when she graduates from high school: 36! Which means I’ll be at least 40 by the time she finishes college, and my dad will be… hmmm… let’s see…
Ah, hell, I can’t even count that high!
Man, getting older can be kinda freaky.
Anyway, for now, I’m really happy for that Kyra-head. Let’s just hope she doesn’t pull a Morgan, and lift up her dress in the middle of the ceremony.
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