Gone before you know it
Eighteen years, 10 months and 45 days ago on Oct. 9, 1989, my life changed tremendously — only for the better.
Early that morning, I vividly remember standing next to my wife, Lori, in the delivery room gripping her hand as her contractions and discomfort worsened. For me — certainly not for Lori — time seemed to fly in the delivery room. At 11:47 a.m., he arrived: Michael David Frenette, a tiny little thing that seemed to have a huge smile on his face that he still carries ...
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