This picture was taken a few hours after Weston died. He lived 21 days. If you look closely in this picture directly underneath "All About Me", you can see that it says, "I am 20 days old." When the day shift started at 7:00 am that morning, which is when, I presume, the staff updates the board, Weston had just coded and was dying. He died at 8:10 a.m., so there was no opportunity and no need to update the board.
"Their Age:" it should be 0. Today is my due date. The last thing I should be doing right now is blogging. I should be in labor or holding my brand new baby boy. Which means I would have just found out that he was a boy. It is still hard to believe he is gone and that I will never get to hold him in this lifetime.
What does it mean, [Weston] dead, removed from our presence, [reduced to ashes], inert? Or is such shattering of love beyond meaning for us, the breaking of meaning-mystery, terrible mystery?
~Nicholas Wolterstorff, Lament for a Son at 43
The babe in arms is a channel through which the energies we call fate, love and reason visibly stream.
~Ralph Waldo Emerson, "Considerations by the Way"
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