A tiny being was born into my life right when my days were filled with the oppressive business of death. In the hospital room, holding him against my chest, I fell madly in love and promptly started hyperventilating. Who thought it was a good idea to make me responsible for such a fragile creature when I was barely capable of managing my own life? My son was born as my father lay dying of terminal cancer. There were tears in my eyes when I placed my son into my father’s arms for the first time...