The last day of my life

It was 5479 days ago and Imelda and I had just finished our final child birth class that very evening. It was her final day at work that day, having just begun her 3-week maternity leave. We had just completed a late evening walk through the mall and even ate lemon meringue pie before returning home. I was seated at my desk working away as usual and Imelda was in the other room watching TV. It was late at night… it would prove to be the last day of my life.

“Honey… I think my water broke!” Those words signaled the end.

1 month after his birth

We were quickly in the car and on the way to the very same hospital I was born in some 27 years prior. I got no sleep that night but by morning none of that mattered. My son needed me and I was now a Father! The last day of my life, became the first day of his life. It was May 9th, 1998 and from here on out he was the only thing that mattered. The next day was Mother’s Day.

He has grown into a wonderful boy, many times better than I was at that age (sorry again Mom, you deserved a better son). Today he is 15 years old. A big birthday for any boy, no… make that for any Man!