The Details
Tuesday, October 31st, 2006
As we get ready for baby #2 (we’ll find out the gender Nov. 17), I try to remember what Julia was like (and what her routine was and how we put her to sleep) when she was a newborn. And I have a tough time recalling the details.
I look back at the pictures and it all seems so long ago. I’m so used to her as the little girl she is now that it’s hard to imagine her so tiny and so fragile.
I don’t think I remember the details of my childhood very well either. And that’s not a good thing for someone who is employed as a writer. It’s the ability to remember and describe the details that makes good writing sometimes.
Most of the time, really.
And of course, as every year passes, I don’t remember Phil as much as I wish I did - and that really hurts. I feel like I can barely remember his voice. And I need to watch “The Bad News Bears in Breaking Training” again to help me recall how we laughed about Carmen Ronzoni.
I can’t believe he would be 40 years old today and that it has been almost 10 years since he passed.
We used to watch a lot of basketball together, especially after he got sick. And it’s so weird to think that hardly any of the players that I interview these days were in the league the last time he watched it. It blows my mind that he only knew Kerry Kittles or Kobe Bryant or Allen Iverson as rookies.
When I turned 30, I thought about him a lot, especially the fact that 30 years was all he was given. Should I feel lucky that I have lived to see 31? I certainly don’t take care of myself well enough to feel that I’ve earned it.
Anyway, I’m not sure how the beginning of this post turned into what it has, but I know that (in addition to taking better care of myself) I need to write more, take more pictures, shoot more video and record more audio. Because I don’t want to lose the details anymore.
As we get ready for baby #2 (we’ll find out the gender Nov. 17), I try to remember what Julia was like (and what her routine was and how we put her to sleep) when she was a newborn. And I have a tough time recalling the details.
I look back at the pictures and it all seems so long ago. I’m so used to her as the little girl she is now that it’s hard to imagine her so tiny and so fragile.
I don’t think I remember the details of my childhood very well either. And that’s not a good thing for someone who is employed as a writer. It’s the ability to remember and describe the details that makes good writing sometimes.
Most of the time, really.
And of course, as every year passes, I don’t remember Phil as much as I wish I did - and that really hurts. I feel like I can barely remember his voice. And I need to watch “The Bad News Bears in Breaking Training” again to help me recall how we laughed about Carmen Ronzoni.
I can’t believe he would be 40 years old today and that it has been almost 10 years since he passed.
We used to watch a lot of basketball together, especially after he got sick. And it’s so weird to think that hardly any of the players that I interview these days were in the league the last time he watched it. It blows my mind that he only knew Kerry Kittles or Kobe Bryant or Allen Iverson as rookies.
When I turned 30, I thought about him a lot, especially the fact that 30 years was all he was given. Should I feel lucky that I have lived to see 31? I certainly don’t take care of myself well enough to feel that I’ve earned it.
Anyway, I’m not sure how the beginning of this post turned into what it has, but I know that (in addition to taking better care of myself) I need to write more, take more pictures, shoot more video and record more audio. Because I don’t want to lose the details anymore.
