R.I.P. James A. Knight
On this day back in 2003, I got one of those calls. The kind that you don't want to make or receive. An urgent call from my mom telling me she was booking flight for me to return home-- Something's wrong, He's in the hospital and might not make it! I remember the stress in her voice. It was nothing like the stress that had built up over the year and a half or so of caring for my father. She would take him on trips to Boston to see specialists, trying to get to the bottom of what was making Mr Knight sick. Time was running out. When we did pinpoint a cause.. it seemed hopeless -Amyloidosis. You'd have to look it up to understand it. "Unheard of", "no cure," but "we can treat it." That's what the doctor said. So stress wasn't uncommon in their voices. This was different. I had just visited home about a week earlier,... I had just graduated a month and a half earlier. What is going on? So I packed light, although expectin...