Dear Henry

Nana is turning 70 in January. Mom is scanning in some pictures getting ready for the party. I was blown away by this one.



Yes, that is Jackie Robinson. Nana is sitting right next to Jackie's wife. I can't believe Nana never showed us this before.

This is another picture that Mom scanned. Do you recognize Papa Sy smack dab in the middle of the upper row. Such a cool, old school looking team photo.



Here is Jack's from this year. Looks a lot different from Papa Sy's. Jack provided some SportsCenter highlights at his last game. With bases loaded, playing shortstop, he caught a high pop up to get the second to last out in the last inning of the last game of the season. His team, the Rockies, held on to win 14-12 in a really exciting game.





A little while ago, Jack had a conversation with Mom where he was wondering which was worse:

• Having a parent die
• Watching a parent die
• Having a sibling die
• Watching a sibling die

Mom figured out from this that Jack doesn’t remember being in the room when you died. He doesn’t remember everyone being there, me taking out your feeding tube and putting you on Mom’s lap as she rocked you. I remember all of that. Really well. I also remember watching you – zipped up in a bag – get wheeled down the hallway to wherever it is they store dead bodies.

That was 5 years ago. In December it will be five years since I held you. Five years since I kissed you, heard you laugh, cared about Pikachu, Ash, that sort of stuff.

If this was Mom writing she'd say "Five years since I have known real perfection."