: About Me

My nephew died. I would tell you what happened, how this occured, but I don't know. You see, he had yet to be born. My sister was two weeks from delivery. He was her first child. He had been conceived through artificial insimination. When we found out she was, indeed, pregnat, we all cried. This had been her fourth attempt at insimination and to say we were overjoyed would be an understatement. I knew she was pregnant a few days before she took the pregnancy test and I told her as much. We were sitting in the backyard at the picnin table, just talking. Suddenly, a small voice in my mind sa...