Andrew would have graduated today.
After long years of study, his work would have paid off, today.
It has been raining heavily for several days and today is no exception.
The grounds at Yankee stadium, where the graduation, or commencement as it is called, will take place, must be soaking wet, like my nightdress is wet with tears.
Had I been going to the graduation, I would have been on my way by now. Andrew with all the other students from NYU’s University Place, would be on his way, and at some point, along the way, he would have cheered with his fellow students at the MTA’s congratulatory message broadcasted over the train’s sound system.
But he is not on that train, and I am not on my way to Yankee Stadium.
No, I am at home instead, crying. And because I am not a Saint, (and the lack of a Halo around my head proves it),
I am unwilling and unable to find it in my heart to be sorry for the rotten weather that the class of 2011 is getting on their
long-awaited graduation day.
I am miserable, I am angry, and I am not going to say congratulations to anyone. I don’t want to!
No, not without my Andrew being there. But he is here instead, in my heart, in my mind, in every cell of my body.
Andrew my love, you may not graduate from NYU today, but you are graduating at some other level.
And, Andrew? Thank you for always being by my side AND for letting me know that you are there, like you did last night, when you came into my dreams.
I am sorry I haven’t posted since mother’s day.
I took a level one Reiki class. I can give Reiki now, I am SO pleased.
I leave on Friday, Sicily bound for the retreat, “Mediterranean Connection”, that starts on Sunday.
That, and developments on the Bruno front, have kept me busy and with my mind unable to think about my beloved blog.
By the way, I arrive in Palermo on Saturday, May 21st, Andrew’s birthday.
I will write again when I can. I will let you know how the retreat is going or went, and will tell you all about Bruno as soon as I can.