[Brian looks out over Galway Bay, Ireland (2015]
As I type this post (3:00 pm Saturday, July 14), I’m thinking of my son, Brian, who, 31 years ago would be about seven hours old. When the OB-GYN turned from his mother, Nancy and asked me what I thought of watching my son being born, all I could do was look out over the parking lot of the Stamford Hospital parking lot and cry.
It was an awesome and overwhelming experience to be the second person to see him enter the world.
In 2015, he joined Mariam and me in Ireland for a quick tour and to meet some “real” Egans. He says he loved the trip…and I believe him.
Father and son are now 31 years older than we were that hot July day in 1987. He lives and works in New York City now and Mariam and I sit and listen to the loons in the middle of the North Country.
He is entering the prime of his life. I’m a ‘senior’ citizen and have more gray hair than I did yesterday.
From a father who loves his son…more than words can describe, I’m wishing him a very Happy Birthday.
Brian, you’ve grown up to be an amazing man.
Try to stay “forever young.”
[Brian bids me good-bye at Shannon Airport, Ireland 2015]