Our baby graduated with honours.
Our fifth, and final, High School Graduation.
Each graduation brings a lot of memories because my five children graduated from the same High School that I graduated from 32 years ago. They were raised here in Belfast, but attended High School in the little town of Montague where I grew up – a 20 minute drive away.
It was a memorable evening. The teachers and staff of Sarah’s school, as well as the whole community, know how to honour their graduating class.
The evening begins with a procession leading from the High School to a little Presbyterian church where a service is held. Only the grads and staff can attend as the church is just large enough to seat the class of over 200 students.
I wish I could have been there, especially this year, as my preacher husband gave the message and my daughter sang. It was bittersweet, as the song was sung in memory of one of her dearest friends who died last Sept. The whole evening was shining with memories of Martha with her winsome smile and contagious laughter.
After the church service, the RCMP block off Main Street and the whole town lines up to take pictures and cheer the graduating class.
A piper and two RCMP officers, in dress uniform, lead the way.
The procession marches through the town to the community rink – the only building large enough to hold the class and all the family members, friends and neighbours who turn out to celebrate.
A little wave and a grin for us!
Best friends since Kindergarten!
So proud of you sweetie!