How to make a grown man cry
The following is a short piece my Father wrote about the graduation of my sister from High School. Not many times did he open his proud feelings up and show them to us kids, but this piece definitely sends chills to my spine. I can't imagine the love and memories that go into raising a child for 18 years, only to have to watch them grow up in front of your eyes and wish that they could stay the adorable little child that you remember.
It is a hot, humid night in May. My wife and I, along with several other parents have come to view the culmination of 12 years schooling.
As I sit here in this auditorium my thoughts race over the days in the life of my daughter. I look at the young woman on the stage and it's hard to remember the chubby little sweet faced child. In my mind I can see a dirty 3 year old standing at the screen door, waiting for daddy to come home from work.
How many toys have I fixed over the years? How many bicycle tires and roller skates? How many times have I been there to mend the broken things in her young life? When I had repaired whatever, I often jokingly said, "Don't you know Daddy's can do anything?" Looking in her innocent young eyes, I know she believed it was true!
Now as the march begins to play and she walks down the aisle, I know there is one thing Daddy can't do! Daddy can't keep from crying!