A post about a great boy...who came 7 years ago to our lives.
We’d gotten the call. After a rough pregnancy…my sister was going to deliver. My wife at the time and I got into our car with directions on how to get to Syracuse’s hospital…and we were off. We arrived and Mom and Dad were there along with Aunt Shirley. The worry was evident on Mom’s face. She’d been into see her. My sister had had a ROUGH time. Bloodtype mismatch, many false contractions, general moodiness (that appears to be the only holdover from the pregnancy that never left) and it was all coming to this. The name had been picked…and so it was time. Today was the day William Edward Lisk was to be born. To this point…it had seemed like this branch of the Benson tree was going to not branch. It’d been discovered a year earlier…that I was unable to father a baby through some medical jargon that was too hard for me to hear the first time…let alone rehash in writing. S...