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Well, the month of May held two graduations for me to attend: The oldest grandson graduated from high school and the youngest grandson graduated from pre-school. The high school graduate's parents are having a hard time seeing their child leave home for college. They still have one at home to spoil.
I sure didn't graduation from Kindergarten, [probably because I didn't attend Kindergarten (long story)], and I barely remember graduation from 8th grade. High school and college I remember.
I gave the oldest a star quilt and the youngest a straw cowboy hat so he could be the same as his dad when they do yard work.