Kevin
I arrived home at about five-thirty in the evening on October 5, 1981. It was a cold, stormy day, and the wind and rain were picking up. It had just gotten dark, and it was good to get home before the storm worsened.
I walked in and found my wife, Judy sitting on the sofa with her feet up on the ottoman. Judy was almost twenty-three weeks pregnant. I walked over and gave her a kiss and felt her concern. “Is everything all right,” I asked?
“Kevin has been active today.”
“Judy, we can’t be sure it’s a boy.” She looked at me and smiled, she was sure it was a boy.
Then, after some hesitation, she said, “I am having pains in my back.”
“Have you called the doctor?”
“No. I was waiting for you to be at home.”
I walked over to the phone on the kitchen wall and dialed the doctor’s numb
