Tuesday, May 3, 2011
It had glitter within the material.
Every time I wore it, glitter would be all over my face and my body.
And whoever else was near me.
As I walked in to the arena that morning, a man commented on my dress.
The weather was slightly cool that day.
Grace, Roger's sister was there, as well as my mother-in-law.
We were all so proud.
We were all so happy for him.
Roger did not need a degree exactly.
He had loads of experience in the computer industry so he could easily get hired anywhere.
But most of the time the HR department of companies wanted some sort of degree.
So Roger went to school part-time for years to get his bachelors.
In philosophy, no less.
Not computer engineering or computer science or anything like that.
He liked the logic and elegance of philosophy.
So yes, perhaps a crappy degree for finding a job right out of school but it was a degree none the less.
The piece of paper he needed.
After Roger died, I let a friend borrow that gold dress.
And I never got it back unfortunately.
In a way, I want to wear in on Saturday for my own graduation.
To remind myself of Roger.
To have him close to me.
To remind myself of his day.
But sadly it is not in my closet.