This week is my eldest son's graduation from High School (we live in Australia). This has been a really tough year for him at school. He has never found study easy or "natural" and so for him to graduate is in and of itself an amazing achievement. The school have been awesome and have really done a lot to help him. They have supported and encouraged and cajoled and offered alternatives. So this week we find ourselves in the week of celebrations and milestones. He has worked hard, and learnt so many life lessons. I am really proud of the young man that he is. He is gentle and kind, he is intelligent and thoughtful, he is playful and loving. The world has some more hard storms to come his way and I pray he will weather them and come out stronger. It is right that we should celebrate as a family and with our friends. Lots of photos have been taken and so many more to come in the next day or so. His first full suit has been bought, and fitted and shown off, in preparation for Saturday night. His date has her gown, they have a classic car to arrive in, photos have been booked. The timetable of events is coming to it's triumphant conclusion. So many smiles and hugs and cheers and laughs and happy tears. So much joy. SOO much joy. And one massive hole. One gap in the photos. One less smile to see. One less hug to share. One less cheer. One fewer people to celebrate. Only one person is missing. His dad.