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Week 127: Bittersweet in a Cap and Gown: A Story of Grief, Joy, and Presence

Graduation weekend was emotional—layered with joy, pride, exhaustion, and something else harder to name. Something deeper.

It was two full days of watching my daughter shine—laughing with friends, beaming with pride, mapping out her future with the quiet confidence of someone who’s worked hard to stand tall. She’d earned this moment, and every smile proved it.

There was stress, too. The pre-ceremony nerves. The logistics. The tension of what’s next. Her boyfriend’s family joined us for the first time, and the weekend buzzed with introductions, shared meals, and unpacked memories.

Then came the ceremony.

We watched from the stands as her name echoed across the field. She walked across the stage, head high in her cap and gown. My chest swelled with pride—real, bone-deep pride. She did it. She made it. The joy was thick and honest.

But even joy, when held too tightly, begins to fray.

Because not all of my daughters were there.


The Absence That Shadows Joy

Her sister should’ve been beside us. Laughing at the mascot. Chanting her name. Asking to “go” or demanding “eat!” Her absence threaded itself through every photo, every shared look. She was the echo behind the lens, the gap in the family picture that will never be filled.

And we felt it.

After the ceremony, we smiled, hugged, said all the right things. But the emotional crash came fast and hard. Graduations are endings. And endings, when you’ve lived through loss, hit differently.

My daughter carried it too.

The grief. The longing. The hope. All wrapped into this big, beautiful milestone.

She deserved that moment. And still—we all felt the crack.


A Tiny Sign of Love

Then something small happened.

While taking photos in the sun, a ladybug landed gently on my leg. Out of nowhere. Nat saw it first—she loves ladybugs. Her face lit up as she slowly offered her finger, and the ladybug crawled on, paused just long enough to matter, and flew away.

And just like that—I thought of Lil.

The sister who should’ve been there.

The girl who adored her just as much.

The daughter we all felt nearby, even in silence.

Was it a sign? A whisper? A reminder from beyond?

Maybe. Maybe not.

But it felt like love.
It felt like presence.
It felt like her.


Grief Doesn’t Cancel Joy—It Threads Through It

Grief doesn’t disappear during joy. It moves alongside it.

But joy doesn’t always resist.

Sometimes, it makes space.

Sometimes, it coexists.

And sometimes—if you’re lucky—a ladybug lands gently to remind you that beginnings and endings can live in the same breath. That the people we’ve lost show up in the most surprising, tender ways.

And that love, even unseen, never truly leaves.

A different version of this piece was published in Motherwell Magazine. You can read that here: https://motherwellmag.com/2025/06/10/a-graduation-a-ladybug-and-the-daughter-who-wasnt-there/

This is what I wrote for myself and the blog before edits and in real time. Sorting through the tangle of grief and joy.

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