Robert the Old

It's my sister's senior weekend in two days, and I'm a little shocked to realize she's...um...grown up.

The picture above, at Robyn's high school graduation, astounds me. It was during the Weeks of Crazy, June 3-June 15, 2005.

June 3rd-Mom's Birthday/Ashley dies
June 5th-Ashley's viewing
June 6th-Robyn's Graduation
June 7th-Ashley's Memorial
June 9-11-Joel's Wedding (our cousin and my god-brother)
June 15th-Robyn's Birthday

I could write a book about THAT debacle/celebration/mourning/festival of fucking madness...in fact, I am. Still, I managed to smile at my baby sister's graduation, and that's something.

So now, nearing on 4 years later, she's nearly done with college, and I'm in awe. Robyn has played soccer all four years, she's sustained a GPA I would've killed for, and she's graduating with a degree in MATH. She's also blonde and blue-eyed and gorgeous.

I guess what I'm saying is, I deserve a lot of praise. For not hating her awesome guts.