[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]
Well said. You speak to this father who visited Galway Bay and Inishmor last week with his son. A great experience, except for the driving and the roundabouts. Now he is sailing in the Virgin islands. How many good times can a young person have? And I also get the gray hairs. All the best to you, Pat, Mariam and Brian
Thanks so much, Paul!
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There is nothing stronger than the love of a parent for its child. You express that love so well.