He was the baby I learned to diaper when
I turned into my teen years. The infant I
carried about and tended to, took long walks
in a public park with where I had arranged an
assignation with the boy my parents warned
me against seeing who has been my husband
for 69 years. That baby grew and flourished as
he entered his own teen years and our own
three babies were born in quick succession
their uncle a rare presence in their lives for
fortune, opportunity and career took him
a fair distance. The teen he once was who
delighted in maintaining a menagerie of reptiles
and a pet raccoon who ran the household
turned instead to teaching botany. A professor
of environmental studies whose passion was
bird counts and natural gardens, energetic squash
games and primitive collectables. His widely
varied interests as vast as his energy and time
permitted. Until his retirement with a life of
leisure that stretched before him to travel far and
wide exhausting the globe's encyclopedic bird
species until a sneak attack by inoperable cancer.
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