An Interesting Day
11/20/2003



When I thought about this day on November 20th, 1985, I had no idea what was in store for me. You see, there  was a little boy born that day, my son Adam.
  I thought of so many things.
  I thought of where we would be living, what we'd be doing, and what our day would be like. I never thought that my son and I would be seperated, or that my Dad wouldn't be here to see it.
  Dammit, he was supposed to live forever. That's the way it's supposed to be. Everyone is just supposed to grow old together.
   I imagined what we'd do today, and what present I would get him, and who all would be around to celebrate with us, and  what a great day it would be.
 
  None of that quite happened.


  The strange thing that did happen is that I talked to my mom, and my brother, and got Emails from people I haven't heard from in a while and messages from others I haven't even seen in years, and none of it had to do with Adam's birthday, (or maybe all of it did).
  Then, I went and saw someone that I just wanted to be part of this day, and found out she missed me. It's nice to be missed.

 
Eighteen years goes by quickly if you don't watch. So  look around you, take it in, and really pay attention.
  Do something, close your eyes and imagine the face of the person you're most fond of. Go ahead, I'll wait. If you don't see it in perfect clarity, that's a good place to start.
  Life goes by too quickly to go back and wish you had one more chance to say something you should have, or look at something more often, or even memorize the smell of a rose garden.


  Happy Birthday, Adam.
  I Love You.