I was happy when my father decided to try to come to graduation. I really wanted him there, I really wanted him to see my get my diploma, and to be happy for me. But I'm ashamed to say, that when he was there, part of me wished that he wasn't. Because I was so afraid that he would have another attack and start screaming or talking to himself. My friends didn't know about his condition, no one did but family, and I wanted to keep it that way. When it all was over, though, he was pretty well behaved, and I attribute that to his willpower and his desire not to embarrass me on my special day. And I'll always remember and treasure that.