I would like to wish my brother Sam, a Happy 23rd Birthday. I remember a lot about that day-even though I was only a kindergartner. I got on the bus and left for school that day, and the bus driver asked me the same question she had for a week now. "Did your Mom hav that baby yet?' Katy and I always laughed and said, "not yet". After school, I remember seeing my Grandma Sheahen's car in our driveway. That's when I knew the baby was here!
Sam was a chubby little man, and my sister and I were proud. Hard to believe that was so many years ago!
Today, is a little emotional for all of us, especially Sam, who misses Dad probably more than anyone will ever know.
Thankfully, he spent some time at Mom's today-and I spoke with him earlier today on the phone.
Dad, you are in our thoughts today, like always, but I have a special request for you today-keep Sam in your thoughts and prayers on his birthday.
Thank you. and Love you too!
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I remember Sam's birthdate very vividly myself :) (12-12-86)
I was 2 days overdue, and so anxious for the new baby to be born...and soon!
I began the day baking Christmas cut-out cookies, which took up a good share of my time that day.
Shortly after I began baking the cookies, I felt an unusual hint of what I thought might be labor. (not much, but being overdue, every little thing makes you think the time is near). I noticed the same feeling off and on, with each time, questioning is it labor or am I just imagining it? Finally, when I knew the clinic was open, I called and spoke with my OB/GYN doctor's assisitant. She didn't give me any reassurance that today was going to be the day, she just kind of told me, it could be hours or could be days. Not really what I wanted to hear.
At any rate, I baked almost the whole day the girls were at school, and hints of labor became stronger hints of labor. I called Grandma Sheahen, who suggested I start timing them. They were pretty irregular pains, but she decided anyway to pick you (Carly) and Katy up from school for me, so I could head out the door if I needed to when,and if,the time had come.
Dad had a game to "ref" that night, and although the pains were pretty intense asked if he could~ or should~ still "ref" it, and if I thought I'd be alright when he was gone. I told him go ahead, but hurry it up. He did head out the door, and the while he was gone, I rested on the couch, with all the lights off in the house,except for the Christmas tree while I waited for him. It was a beautiful tree that year, loaded with lights, with traditional theme of little wooden ornaments of whimsical toys and charecters.
No sooner had he gotten home, we headed right out the door, and quickly to the hospital. We probably checked in sometime around 9:00 (I know visiting hours were over, so we couldn't go in the main entrance any longer), and by a couple minutes after 11:00 p.m., our new little bundle was here.
Dad's first words to me were "Awe,Carol, just listen to him cry". I had to do a double-take on what dad had said, but said "Him?". Dad replied, "Yes, it's a boy!". We were both so happy we hugged eachother long and hard, and tears streamed down both of our cheeks!
I remember how proud Carly and Katy were as well. The little mothers that they were to Sam.(and still are...but not overly). They picked out the "Little Slugger" outfit for him to wear home from the hospital, however, unfortunately, he kind of messed that one up within about 5 minutes of having it on...which they thought was pretty funny :)
We had decided on the name "Sam" very quickly, not "Samuel", just "Sam" "Sam Edward", and "Sam" he'll always be. ( Litle did I know what "Edward" he would always be too!) I can't believe at times, how much he reminds me of dad. The things that Sam says, the way that he says them, his expressions and mannerisms...it's remarkable at times...it really is!
Although it was Sam's 23rd brithday, it wasn't his happiest. He had one of those "Missing Dad" days, which is actually every day, but is compounded even more so on holidays and birthdays. As you'd mentioned, he spent part of the day with me, and I'm thankful for that.
Later in the evening, we spoke on the phone (he was still down in the dumps), and I told him he could come back out to my and house and spend the night there if he'd like, to which he quickly replied, "Think I want to do that? Tha'd be even lamer than me sitting here all by myself!" (Now if that doesn't sound like dad, I don't know what does)
Sam will always be Sam, but he will always be like his dad too. Which is a good thing...most of the time anyway. :)
HAPPY BRITHDAY SAM~
With much love,
Mom :)
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