To Jack. This first view from an empty nest.

21 years and 85 days ago we brought you home for the first time and you made our little house at 10 Nacional St a home. You tolerated a lot from a father who didn’t know what he was doing.  That first paternal diaper change probably scarred you for life. There has been a ton of water under the bridge since June 8th 1993. I hope your memories are happy ones. Indeed, the memories you provided for me have been nothing but joyous. I am the luckiest father for having such a son. There were some stresses for both of us: PONY baseball, boy scouts,  River School, and DinoSphere to list a few. But you steadfastly remained the most caring, kind, and sensitive boy throughout.

And now tonight we come home from Moraga to an empty house. For the first time in 21 years and 85 days, no children reside here. It is very strange and it’ll take a while to get used to this. Simply put, I miss you already. We didn’t leave you in the best of circumstances. The Moraga house where we hugged goodbye is an unmitigated disaster. But it’ll get cleaned and put to rights. I know that the dedicated determined little boy who graced our home will thrive despite the disgusting pantry. There will be disappointments and set backs this year and next, I’m sure.  But the essence of who you are will serve as your keel to right your ship in difficult times. 

Mom and I are now alone in this 4-bedroom nest. That’s something that’ll take a little getting used to. Two years ago, Rachel picked up the slack when you first went to SMC. Now that she’s in Pennsylvania, please don’t be too upset if we need to get our kid-fix by visiting more than you might like. I just like spending time with you. I love who you are and what you stand for. I love your friends, and what you believe in. I love what you do and where you’re headed. You have matured into quite an impressive young man in my opinion. And on this first night of a new stage of my life, I am so grateful for the way you have enriched our home and my life. I love you, Jack