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  • June 2, 2012
  • By John
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Commencement

This afternoon I sat in attendance along with hundreds of others watching the McHi class of 2012 move their tassels across their caps.  Hannah walked across that stage and accepted her diploma.  I can't put into words how proud I am of her and her accomplishments.  She has grown up to be such an amazing young woman. She's taken an interest in music and technology. She's taken a strong interest in Sign Language and become one of if not the best in her class. She developed a desire to help the deaf community and wants to use her talents to help them.

In the 15 years I've had the pleasure of knowing her, I've been able to be a part of her groaning up from a cute kids to an amazing young woman. She is truly everything i could have asked for in a child of my own. This coming from a guy who never wanted kids. I couldn't be any prouder of her. I know we can expect great things from you in this next endeavor of your life. I'm so excited to find out what's next in your life. You've already made us all so proud.

I remember times when I got to take you to school, and get lost taking you to school. I remember having lunch at your elementary with you and your mother. I remember all the years of joining you to "meet the teacher night" In these past years you've probably taught me more about being a step-parent than I could have ever bestowed on you. For that I thank you. Thank you for making me a better person. Thank you for blessing me with the privilege of getting to be a part of such a wonderful person's life. Now as you prepare to move on to your next challenge. I leave you with one of my favorite lines from Robert Frost.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

 

 

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

 

 

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of the easy wind and downy flake.

 

 

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

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