Fifty-three years ago today, I was in great pain at Winchester Hospital. Nurses were coming in regularly to look at my private parts. My doctor made an occasional appearance. He had just arrived back from attending the Nixon inaugural.
When deemed "ready" I was rolled into the delivery room where I brought forth the greatest gift of my life. All but three years of her life were a joy, one of which I messed up. She told me later, she was glad "that you grew out of that stage."
I am so proud of the person she turned out to be.
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