Beyond Bringing Up Boys

I flew into PIT for the last time 7 years ago this evening. My mission was the most difficult of my adult life to date--saying good-bye to my sweet mom. I'm ashamed to admit a total loss of rational behavior on the way to the Atlanta airport as I screamed that I was not prepared or equipped for such a task.  David dropped me off at the kiosk. While fumbling to find my flight info, I bluntly told the airline attendant, that I was going home to see my mom die. He came around from behind the counter, took my arm, and helped me find my way through security. The two-hour flight to Pittsburgh seemed forever. I couldn't even seem to find my manners as the man sitting to my left tried to make conversation as I sat in the window seat staring into nothingness.  Finally, I looked at him and said, "I'm going home to see my mom die." He reached over, picked up my hand, and began praying. My brother picked me up at the airport and we drove the few blocks to the University of Pi

In July of 1996, I found out that I was having a boy. Secretly, I had hoped for a girl, but because I knew David wanted a son, I was thrilled for him. I knew he'd make a great dad to either gender. Once I had Zachary, I was in love with boys, and would have gladly filled up a bus with them. During my pregnancy, I'd dream of the relationship David would have with his son. But, I'm telling you, I couldn't even dream of how special their relationship really is--to both of them. In May of this year when David turned 50, Zachary surprised him with tickets to fly to England so that David can truly experience the places he's taught about.  I'm not used to flying solo, so I'll miss David (and his coffee making skills!), but I'm so thankful they'll be making such wonderful memories together!