Yesterday morning was FCTS graduation practice, it didn’t go well, lol. Somehow the ability to put one foot in front of the other escaped the 2018 graduates. They could do everything but, they laughed, giggled, cut up and fooled around. Everything to wind the administration up.
Although Connor wasn’t there in body, I know he was there in spirit. His untied chips clunking along with his buddies, being “unable” to walk as well. Trying to put his Fox hat on under his Graduation Cap and complaining that his robe was too hot.
His crazy sense of humor and inability to take most things, along with himself to seriously is one of the things that I miss most about him. He was intent about his Trade, but he was a fun loving, silly, crazy kid. I couldn’t discipline him without bursting out in gales of laughter, and he knew it.
He taught me patience (something I don’t naturally have a lot of, it’s a Whalen thing). He taught me to laugh at the world, and at myself, he picked on me incessantly, but I’ve been told that he would light up when he talked about Jordan or I.
Today is the culmination of the hard week, the week I have been dreading for months. The finality of watching his friends walk across that stage without Connor there to join them. Knowing that I had waited and anticipated this day for years. He will be honored, but in a different way. I miss him every minute of every day. Fly High Connor!!❤️❤️