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Saturday's killer sunrise competed with a rainbow and the bow won. The treasure it left behind after it dissipated was a cloud-shrouded mountain range in the sky so achingly beautiful that there was no place I'd rather be. The omen was savored as a hint of the day to come.
When a columnist, media personality or show I like signs off for the last time, I'll try to read or hear every word and savor them. There's uncertainty, emotion and feeling and I often learn more about the person or show than I ever knew before.
My 75-year-old dad passed away just before Fathers' Day exactly one year ago. I savored our last hours together. I concentrated on his look, his smell and feel. I didn't want him to leave and it upset me that he had to.
Thanks to a cousin's invite, I attended Waukesha West's 2006 graduation Saturday, June 10. There was literally one graduating senior for every day of the year. A teacher of English for over 30 years, Chris Beck, gave a humorous and thoughtful "Message to Seniors" speech. She told the story of another woman who, when asked the most important thing she learned in her 80 plus years, said "Wherever you are, be there." And again, "Wherever you are, be there.
Chris said that since some fellow students are no longer with us we should be even more aware of our own existence. She also told us to savor the moment, wherever we are.
I'm 45 years old and I've never been to a high school graduation...until now. I savored every moment.
Happy Fathers' Day!
