There were only a very few minutes when you were in this world without me – April 4th, just about 9 a.m., Chicago, Ill. You braved the newness alone – the exhilarating coldness of air meeting lungs, the whiteness of light engulfing vision all at once. But then I caught up to you. And when I did, I know I felt that I was the one who was no longer alone. That was fifty years ago, today.
Thanks for waiting for me, honey. I owe you one.