By Kim L. Fritzemeier
KFRM Central Kansas Reporter
Farm Wife along the Stafford/Reno County Line
I love seeing my buddies Jacob and Jamar when I go to Manhattan. (For you non-purple people out there, that's Jacob Pullen and Jamar Samuels on the K-State men's basketball team.)
But, these days, he's a grad student at the University of South Carolina. And while Jill and Eric still get to some ballgames, they had to watch Monday's game on ESPN.
As we drove into Manhattan late Monday afternoon, the "nest" truly felt empty. Can you still wear your K-State parent sweatshirt when you no longer have a K-State student? (For the record, I don't have a sweatshirt like that - but Randy does.)
Did I miss seeing my kids? Yes ... always.
But it's just another transition in this journey we call life.
And the traditions still felt like family. We did the Wabash cannonball with our whole extended family ...
We cheered as Willie rounded the corner with the giant Powercat flag ...
And we celebrated our nation as a quartet from one of my college alma maters - the K-State Concert Choir - sang a stirring four-part rendition of The Star Spangled Banner.
We witnessed the shower of newsprint to begin yet another K-State game.
And we watched as the next generation of the Wildcat faithful cheered for the purple ...
just like our kids did so long ago.
And all those little K-State cheerleaders with purple pom poms and the little boys with their Wildcat claws, reminded us of the circle of life.
We may not be K-State parents any more. But we're still part of the family.
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