Life and Death

Today I took apart a crib. It’s not a noteworthy event unless you have some context; perhaps not even then. Our son has graduated to his “big boy” bed. We had a period of overlap where both the crib and his bed were in his room, and he could have the choice of sleeping in either one. With some urging, the new bed is now the preferred one, so it makes little sense to have both in his room.

I originally wrote this on Facebook. Amelia was born on August 3, 2012 at 11:33am at Kaiser Oakland. She was premature at 27 weeks. We were scared that she wouldn’t be alive, but she came out red, wriggly, and squawking – a perfect little person but just very, very tiny at 2 lbs 1 oz.

I wrote this in March of 2010. G passed not too much later that year, late May or early June. I don’t remember, I suck. We weren’t especially close, certainly not as close as my friend and he were, as well as many others. But he was a great mentor and I will always remember logging hours with him. I last flew with him in November of 2009.