He was an anomaly when he came, I'm told. Just five years later he left us on April 14th. That day, incidentally, was also the day the Titanic sank and Abraham Lincoln was shot (he later died on the 15th).
It's difficult and counterproductive to dwell on what might have been, still one has to wonder. He was a joy to all who met him and he is dearly missed.
As his birthday comes around once more, though, I am profoundly heartened by the nearness of my first child's arrival. Hannah could hardly choose a more auspicious day to come than the 5th of November.
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