A line of blue, hats of gold tassels, they filed in for endless minutes.
A crowd of black, a sea of faces, some talking, some looking.
I spotted him but his face was fixed upon a higher spot.
I looked in that direction and I saw…a family.
I saw the wife that he supported when she fell. I saw the boy that was born while he was at school. I saw older siblings.
And I saw one little girl with brown waving hair waving madly at her father. I turned in time to see him mouth “I love you” to them.
Perhaps that little family thought they were the only ones that knew what it took for father to get to that stage, to that graduation.
No. I was part of that journey. But from the crowd of black, I treasured that moment with them. I saw.