So this will be the last time that I celebrate a birthday as someone without a son or a daughter. Thank you for joining me. Here, for eternity, is what I know so far and what I want to record at this moment. Sorry for the scattered nature of this post, I just wanted to get it out.

11/02/1977 – life. Family. Greenport, Long Island. Music. Then,
I Discovered friendship.
Lost my father. Its funny, I really don’t remember the exact date. Lung Cancer. It’s more a smell than anything else, a chill in the air. Every fall I feel it, some time in November. A seasonal emptiness.
Then,
I Discovered mentors and college friends.
Found love. Mandy.
Apprenticeship. Narcissus and Goldmund. I knew it was special as I was living it thanks to a friend. Hoboken. Sparta.
Injury/rebirth. Turmoil. Sadness. Peace. Hope.
IVF.
32nd birthday. 11/02/2009. 11,689 days since the beginning of this thought experiment.
I’m curious about the next 32 years. Statistically, I feel like I’m halfway there.
What have I done with my life so far, for there truly is time for naught but bold resolves….
I have Loved. Lost. Learned. Made Life. Tried to help others. Asked myself important questions.
Am I happy? Yes. I have some moments of self doubt. Regret. But for the most part I smile.
Where am I? A section of rock called Virginia, U.S.. On the precipice of fatherhood. Self-indulgent.
What do I understand? Futility. Hard work. Love. Onomatopoeia. The double slit experiment. You.
What don’t I understand. Everything else. Entropy.
What do I think about often? Solitude. Gratitude.  This cathartic moment. DNA. Poetry. How I got here.
What will I try to pass on. Curiosity. Rhythm. Love. Happiness.
Thanks for reading,
Rob