It’s a trite stock phrase we often hear around graduation time. Unfortunately, it’s all too true. Yesterday, I saw my brother graduate with his bachelor’s from arguably the best nursing school in the world, becoming my family’s first Ivy League graduate. I don’t think I can underscore enough what that means for us – the sons of immigrants who sacrificed everything to get me and my brother to where we are today. As proud as I am of his accomplishments, I can’t help but think of him as the little toddler that used to follow me around and bother me. Now that he’s all grown up, he’s on to bigger and better things like saving lives and stopping traffic to take pictures 😉 Where does the time go?