Suzy Mac and the Always Expanding Adventure

Last Sunday, Suzanne, whose parents, Margaret and Adam are two of the nicest people on the planet (and I'm not just saying that because I'm related to one by marriage and the other by blood) received her Masters of Science in Speech Language Pathology from Seton Hall University as well as an induction into the Honor Society and an award for academic achievement. I'm having trouble reading and comprehending the program overview. I'm hoping there's some ice cream to go with this humble pie.

She and her brother, Rob, who arrived very early yesterday morning for a large festivity happening this afternoon (Uncle Clayton sends his regrets), fit rather neatly, though purely by accident, in the space between our son, Patrick and our daughter Michelle. While there's a nice symmetry to all of that, I suppose (not that either set of parents has ever found the time to admire, much less remark upon, it) the takeaway for me, not just this afternoon as a significant portion of The Connecticut Kennys celebrates the success of some of the New Jersey-based franchise, is how time flies and how what you do with that is so much more important than how much of that you have. And the best thing that you can do is take whatever comes to you.

Soon enough our children, and yours, alone and together will have to learn steps of their own as they make their way. No amount of parental concern and worry will make that journey any easier than that same concern and worry by our parents made ours. It will seem, for us watching from the shore as their ships move on, the saddest and hardest part of being their parents and for them,an unfair and painful way to mark the end of their childhood. Perhaps it is, but it has always been. So listen to the color of your dreams, it is not living, it is not living. Or play the game existence to the end Of the beginning.
-bill kenny