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I have always been a sentimental girl. I cry when Ernest T. Bass throws rocks on Andy Griffith or when I see a sad little puppy photo on Facebook. I cry at the drop of a hat. I cry when I leave on vacation. I cry again when I come home. It usually takes 10 seconds for the first teardrop to fall.

Last week's graduation ceremony was no exception as the first senior traipsed across the stage at Aurora High School.

I'd like to blame it on hormones, men, age or allergies---but the truth is something much different. Go with me on this journey of reflection and sense of place as
All Roads Lead Home.