But his loss always seems more acute as the anniversary of his death approaches. And I stop to think about the relationship of fathers and sons, of my relationship with him, and the relationship I have tried to forge with my own children.
Here as well are the doorways of age 20 and 40 and 70 and (should we live so long) of ninety and beyond. Here at the end, is the final doorway – or, at least, the final doorway that we are able to see.
Last month, my wife and I welcomed our first child, Virginia. I imagine we’re experiencing a lot of things that all new parents do: a little less sleep, some new expertise in car seats and diaper-changes, and a lot more wonder at life itself.