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I barely have gray hair at 57 - my side doesn't seem to go gray until after 60.I know you would still be smiling and quick - I didn't slow down until after 55 - though my students don't think of me as slow.I began having contractions early New Year's Eve and Dr.Mays checked me and said I was in labor and there was no more stopping it - I should eat light and be prepared to come to the hospital.
He chose Paul because of his love for numbers, and simple things like they both have dark hair and glasses and that he always looked happy in his pictures. Your Hemlock Farms friend, Rob Weisenfeld October 22, 2012 PM EDT Dear Paul, it is 9/11, Again. Some of your friends are still keeping me in their thoughts.
Since then, the web site he set up before his death has served as a gathering place for his family and friends to share their grief, their memories, their thoughts, and their love and loss. In the evening we listened to WHRW and your old Radio shows. You sound so alive, so "here." I will turn 60 in 2 short months. You were more than a son, more than my child; you were a piece of my soul. I talk to you every day, and look for those "Paul" signs you send my way when I am especially down.
The posts in his guestbook have been a testament to the love and character of a young man who touched many lives, but who was taken away from us by hate, fear, and intolerance. I always thought I'd have my oldest son by my side. Only you could make me laugh when I was angry at something or someone, and forget why I was angry in the first place. When they come, I know you are still with me even though I can't see you.
Maybe it was the Brandy Alexander I had but maybe it was mind over matter. He promised me he would wait until he delivered my baby and he did. If he wasn't the attending doctor I would have had a C/S - the nurses were only too eager to inform me how lucky I was that Dr.
I just refused to have you that night because I had insisted everyone was drinking and I was concerned something would go wrong. Mays had the patience to "let me labor so long." No one ever would ever suspect you were a "preemie." You were large for dates and hit all your developmental milestones on time, some early.
I said I was going to my Grandmother's and having a big fish dinner - and there was no way I going into labor on New Year's Eve unless he could guarantee I would have the baby at 12 midnight - and get some gifts. Mays said he couldn't time it that way, so I said see him after the Eve.