It’s that time of year again when four years of high school comes to an end for many young adults and marks the beginning of their grown-up lives. My nephew Roger graduated recently in Florida, and I was fortunate to be able to attend with my mother and sisters. A thunder storm was predicted graduation evening, and the sky looked like we were going to get dumped on, but in the end, the only wet I saw was on a few cheeks as Roger came down the ramp with diploma in hand. Happy tears, bittersweet moment.