graduation day.

february, 1987. 

first time i met my sister. 

will probably cry roughly 50 times this weekend. couldn't be more proud of my sister. 

all that she's gone through, all that she's overcome against the odds. to become the beautiful, intelligent woman that's graduating tomorrow from fordham university with honors in french. 

post script...

my sister's music. 

it's her weekend, after all.

"i know a girl 

she puts the color inside of my world

but she's just like a maze

where all of the walls all continually change

and i've done all i can

to stand on her steps with my heart in my hands

now i'm starting to see

maybe it's got nothing to do with me

oh you see that skin?

it's the same she's been standing in

since the day she saw him walking away

now she's left 

cleaning up the mess he made

boys, you can break

you'll find out how much they can take

boys will be strong

and boys soldier on

but boys would be gone without the warmth from

a woman's good, good heart

on behalf of every man

looking out for every girl

you are the god and the weight of her world"-j.m.