It was on the fourth floor of the city hospital in Holloway, between the docile traffic of the uptown business district and the rolling hills on the fringes of town that led off through miles of sleepy farm country to the mighty roaring highways of distant Harrisburg, that I first came into this world in April of 1997. And it was in that same place that three other people came to meet this life, one before me, the others coming later. In fact one of them was the first thing I remember, the earliest thing. I can still remember it. Sometimes it doesn’t seem like it was that long ago. Or maybe I just don’t want it to be.
Vivian was born two days before Christmas 1999. With this in mind Brendan and I were only more frenetically joyous when our dad introduced us to our sister for the first time, as outside snow fell gently on that inceptive day of a newborn winter.
We got to meet her before they took her and put her in that r