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Feeling the warmth and steam of the shower before my graduation ceremony, a feeling crept up in my body. This feeling of anxiousness, an uncomfortable lur within the depths of my organs. An ache that never left my side, throughout the day. A feeling that couldn’t be depleted with food, water, or talking about my feeling with others. I attributed the feeling to the idea of change, the transitional period between college and becoming an adult. Diving into the unknown of the rest of my life. As I stood in line before the ceremony, the ache intensified, and engulfed me entirely. The room started spinning and colors/textures seemed surreal. When I sat down in my chair and the speakers started lecturing, this ache pulsed through me in intervals. Upon walking up to grab my diploma, the feeling no longer ached but instead a surge of energy entered into me. The lights surrounding the ceremony turned neon bright, and the clapping sounded like an orchestra of noise. I almost felt drunk, laughing from this intensity that I could not understand.
After my graduation, I found out that my father passed away that morning. He had been sick for such a long time, and he looked at my picture everyday, holding on to life to be alive for the day I graduated. Although he passed before the ceremony at 4:30, I think that my body knew he was gone that day, and that rush of happiness that overtook my body was his presence. He may not have been able to see me off to school but he was there to see me graduate, to grab that diploma. His spirit was inside of my being, and he got the closest experience to my graduation than any one whom was passively sitting in the stands.
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