This week marked the end of quite a few chapters.
The first being the sale of my Shadow. I came to terms with idea of not riding anymore at the end of last summer, but a little part of me never really believed it would happen. We placed the ads a few months ago, and got no response. I went from not wanting it to sell to thinking, Sheesh! What if this thing never sells?
But mine did. To a guy who was kind enough not to shoot us when he came to get it. (Did you hear about that? The kid was from our home town.) I was sad to see it go, but the memories will remain forever. What a rush it was to ride. Exhilarating.
The other chapter to close, is Amp’s high school years.
It has been a LONG 13 years, but he has managed to pass his classes and will be walking up to get his diploma this Friday. In true Amp fashion, he texted me on his last day of school. “Turns out all my school books are missing.”
I breathed a heavy sigh and typed back, “How does that happen?”
“Dunno. Thought they were at home in my bag, but I checked last night and they aren’t there. Thought they might be in my locker, but seems someone threw all my stuff out of my locker and took it for themselves.”
Another heavy sigh.
“I would think hard about where you had them last. Then check your car, your room, talk to your friends, etc.”
“Right… well… I haven’t used any of them all semester.”
Friday can NOT get here fast enough. I won’t believe he actually made it through until the diploma is in his hands.
The week leading up to graduation was almost as torturous to him as school itself. Mandatory senior mass, mandatory senior breakfast, mandatory senior banquet. The only thing he really looked forward to was the breakfast honoring the 8 students who received the Illinois State Scholar award. He and his good buddy were 2 of the 8, and neither of them earned it because of their GPA. So they got a kick out of going to the banquet with all the “smart” kids. Secretly, I got a kick out of it too. I’ve always known he was smart.
I’m thrilled this chapter is ending. I’m proud of Amp for sticking it through, and for giving it a good effort until the end. And I’m incredibly proud of my hubby for staying by his side. Not an easy job. For. Sure.
But they did it. They made it through. And Friday will be one celebratory night.