our Turkey Day baby. Twenty-eight years ago, while my Mother was preparing Thanksgiving dinner for Dad and I, Josh decided to join us. Mom insisted Dad run the unfinished turkey and I to the Godfrey's before taking her to the hospital. Dad tried to dissuade her, but my Mother was insistent, and anyone who knew my Mother, also knows she usually got what she wanted.

Sister Godfrey finished baking the turkey while Mom delivered hers. I know I don't relate the story quiet like my Mother did, but I couldn't let the day pass without sharing, briefly, how my brother came into this world. I love you Harry! I can't imagine what life would be like without you to share it with.