You did it, single mom. Graduation is here and you helped this little bird get ready to leave the nest. That’s your job, right? To work yourself out of a job. Except this day is so much heavier, so much harder alone.
I stood in the kitchen after the party, putting leftovers away. A sadness slowly crept up onto me in the quiet house. There should have been someone here for me to process this day with—the joy, the bittersweet moments, the chaos of people all around, the overwhelming stress of being responsible for everyone’s enjoyment of the day. But he’s gone. He didn’t get to be here for any of Jarod’s high school experience. Kraig died suddenly in the second week of Jarod’s freshman year.
There have been many times over the past four years that I have thought, “He’s missing this.” They have gotten less as the years have marched on. But tonight was a big one: high school graduation. This should have been a night he was part of. This should have been a night that he was here to point out all the great things of a son growing up to balance all the weepy things a mom wrestles with. But it wasn’t.