It's one of those days where remembering him is both joyful and sad.
I have been thinking about the day he was born. How my contractions started in the early hours of October 10, 1980.
I remember that we had to go by the place where your Dad worked to cash a check because we didn't have enough gas in our car to get to the hospital.
I remember hitting every red light on the way there.
I remember Sr. Mary Kay, our midwife and a Catholic nun, putting you in my arms and telling us we had son.
I remember counting your fingers and toes.
I remember the little boy who was always quick to smile and laugh.
I remember the moody teenager.
I remember the good and the bad times.
I know that you were working hard to put the bad behind you and looking to the future.
Happy Birthday, Kenny! I love and miss you every day.
Kenny's birthday celebration, c. 1987. Personal photograph of Dawn M. Kogutkiewicz