The Graduation

                                                                 ​ By: dotsonga
                                                                   March 2003


Tears filled his eyes as he watched his "Niece" walk across the stage and receive her degree in Criminology. Your father would be proud, he sadly thought to himself.

It seemed as though the years had flown by. Just last month she had been born, last week she had graduated high school. Then yesterday, that terrible day, her father had passed away.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered in her ear, "I wish your Dad was here."

As she hugged her uncle, she sniffed, "Me too... I miss him so much."

"So do I dear.... so do I."