And so ... There you are. Doctor.
You did, did you graduate, you've come to the end of this long way, certainly not easy. I do not know, from now on, what you do. Perhaps you have not decided even you. Many other possibilities, many other paths appear in front of you: it is only up to you, according to what they really want.
I'm not good to put into words what I feel, so forgive me if sometimes my "speech" stumbles a lot.
constantly think back to the words that you have read the other evening, the words that your mother has decided to entrust to my own voice, and I had met that evening and asked to me to interpret his words, which you believe was the best person to do so, seek guidance on what had written. I found myself to giving voice (when I did not know if I would find myself), thinking that I was not able to tell you nothing but "congratulations", and at first I wanted to make my own words ... But then I chased away the thought absurd as well, you might want, Philip, and you do not know what I want, I'm your friend, and those were the words instead of a mother. I did not know until I arrived at the bottom, if I was really able to say everything. Do not take his eyes off the ticket, although now I knew the speech almost by heart, because I knew that if I looked just for a second my voice would be extinguished in the throat. I can not know everything that was behind those words, perhaps coming to realize something of what I had told you, but I've seen so much of that life, much of that love, that was one step closer to overwhelm me.
After finishing, I could not help but fall silent and "distance themselves", while still present there where I was. I sat where you were first, and you went where I was until a few seconds before, next to your mother, and embraces you while I was tempted to go on tiptoe and drag others with me. Almost did not want to take the picture then I shot anyway, because it was a moment so "private", so I thought that I sebmbrava a forced stop in a photograph. But now I'm glad I did.
I was there, sitting in front of you, and I wanted to cry when your mother hath been raised and came to kiss me in front, but I did not: it was your day, and nothing in the world I would have ruined . I raised my eyes and I just made a quick glance and a grateful smile, but I could not speak, and I immediately lowered his eyes because I still feel teary eyes.
Fortunately, after the commotion, we all have taken up with the "madness", and I returned the Paola ever.
I do not know if you managed to realize in full for two days that you are officially a "doctor" for now if you remember word for word what happened the other day (including megasbronza post-announcement), or if you still have the holes ...
I know you, from this moment on, many things may change. Maybe you'll be here, maybe go somewhere else ... Whatever you do, wherever you go, Phil, I want you to know, for that matter, that among the people for whom you are important, among the people to whom you have given and continue to give so much, I'm here too. I do not know if I've ever been able to give you, as a friend, at least half of what you gave me, but you know that this stubborn and sometimes tattered woman there will always be writing to you. And always continue to love you.
Remember what I wrote you decided to close your blog: "You have good hands, good head, good heart: You will do much! Now more than ever these words seem appropriate.
Now, go to: spread it all Wires'!
Good luck! The
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