Well my wife Karyn and I are sitting here in the dark, in front of the fire thinking about the birth of our Son Cole born on day 39 years ago. Tough night. I had been in a car wreck on Friday the 13th in November and had a compound fracture of my right lower leg amongst other injuries. Because of that stress on Karyn, who was due on the first of December, Cole did not decide to be born till late night on Christmas.
Well it was tough on Karyn and on me in with her, as I was in a full length leg cast. Doing the Lamaze birthing was tough on us both. Coles been gone 20 years now, longer then he lived.
Gets some easier as time goes by, but not much. Many of you here know this, so I'm only speaking to remember one taken way to soon.
Not trying to be a downer here, because Karyn and I along with Cole's two brothers when together, always are together to celebrate his good memories. There were lots.