Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Nothing But A Bright Little Memory

Twenty four years ago tomorrow, my nephew was born, Jett James Dittman.  He was born at 28 weeks gestation, and lived for a little over two weeks.  He was very tiny and red, like a little boiled lobster, and, like his father before him, had tons of thick, black hair grown down over his eyebrows, in what his grandmother referred to as a "Beatles cut".  Both of his parents are gone now, too, so there aren't many of us to memorialize him.

Because he shared a birthday with my neice, Jesse, I don't want to post on their birthday and risk stealing her thunder.  But I think about him sometimes and wonder what he'd be like today.  I hope he got a shiny new life right away, and that wherever that little spirit is, he's somewhere he can see the sunshine.

Peace and love, little Jett. Thanks for stopping by.




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