Wish You Were Here

Kevin died two years ago today, officially at 5:57 pm at the hospital. They (EMTs and emergency room docs) worked on him for about an hour before time of death was called - after I gave them "permission" to stop efforts. Sigh.

I'm mad at myself - I wanted to post something in Newsday's In Memoriam section. I couldn't decide what to say and realized I'd missed the deadline. Not that Kevin would expect anything else from me. So I signed his guestbook instead.

The strongest memory still of those awful days is of my nephew Matthew who was nine at the time. He said he wished he could do magic so he could turn back time and have Kevin with us again. He's a real mensch that kid.

I'm starting a new tradition today. On every August 2 I'm going to do something I've never done before. Today I will be (drum roll please)...

going to a movie by myself.

I know - such a daredevil I am - but this will be a big step for me. Simple every day things that I've just never gotten around to doing -- or have stopped myself from doing for one reason or another. That's the plan anyway. It won't be a tradition until I follow through next year.

Also, I think this connection was made for me earlier but if it had been I forgot all about it. Today's also the anniversary of Thurman Munson's death - 27 years ago. Other things happened on this date in baseball but nothing more significant than that. I have this vision of Kevin monopolizing all of Lou Gehrig's time. Now I see the three of them together. Andy thinks Ted Williams is part of that group too so who knows - the more the merrier Kevin would say.