Why I write

I was recently speaking to a mother about her daughter's delivery more than a decade ago, and in the midst of the conversation, it was revealed that her daughter was breach.  Her daughter, who was also in the room, said, "I was?  I didn't know that."

There's nothing wrong with a daughter not knowing this bit of information, but with my own mother gone, I have no way of ever knowing what my delivery was like, little one.  Nor will I ever know the multitude of other stories, bits of trivia and miscellaneous information from my childhood that I was too young to remember or have since forgotten.  Not that my mother's memory was anything special., but everything that she knew was lost forever when she died. 

This is why I write to you, little one.  Will you be breach?  I don't know.  Hopefully not, but if you are, you will know.  I know that in the grand scheme of things, bits of information like this is relatively meaningless, but when combined with all of the other stories about your life, the ones that you can no longer remember or were too young to notice, this knowledge will be priceless. 

Take it from a man without parents, little one.  I know.  As much as I crave these stories from my childhood, they are gone forever.  I will ensure that your stories do not suffer the same fate.   

Comments

[EB's wife]

I agree. I often mention how great your blog is to my sister. This much information from our daddy would have been a great treasure. I wish I knew what his thoughts were.