I have a story to tell. I got home late last night after a two night business trip. Joyce tells me a story that, on Wednesday evening, over dinner, Gavin says he's very sad and starts to cry. Out of the blue.

Joyce asks why. He says, "because Pop's mom died two months before I was born and I never got to meet her."

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I don't remember when, but it must have been a month ago or more, I did tell Gavin that my mom had passed away two months before he was born, and that she never got to meet him. She was very upset, as you might imagine, that she knew she wasn't going to meet him. She wanted to know it's (we didn't even know at the time it was a "he") sex, and she at least wanted to know if it was going to be a boy or a girl. At that point, we couldn't have done the test fast enough if we wanted to.

Anyway, my subject with him was because of a conversation, as I remember, about something that he was discussing with his mother. I barely remember my conversation with him as it is. But I knew he was listening to me, I just didn't know how much.

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And here it is a month later...