It's a story I'm learning to tell more often. It felt very private at first. The first thing you should know is that in 1997 we had twins—two boys, born ten weeks early. Hank and Jack were tiny. They came into the world during a dramatic emergency c-section, after a difficult pregnancy. Hank learned to eat, hold his body heat in, and began to grow, despite a series of complications. But Jack was sick from the start, with an infection that overwhelmed his premature immune system. He lived for four short-long days. He never nursed, or cried. There is just one photo with his eyes open, before the drugs and machines took over. I only got to hold him at the end.