to Bonny, Carrie, and Chris, my heartfelt sympathy for your loss.
as we mourn Alan, I would like to share one of my happiest memories of him. It was memorial day weekend, exactly 32 years ago, the whole family was gathered at Alan and Bonny's spacious lakeside home for a picnic. Everyone was down at the lake enjoying themselves. I remained in the house, being more than 9 mos pregnant with our second child. Thankfully Alan had stayed up at the house to finish some paper work. My husband and son had joined Bonny for a boat ride, when I went into labor. I wasn't terribly concerned, I had done this just 2 years ago and I knew labor takes many, many hours, right? umm...well not this time. Alan must have heard me and came upstairs. There was no way to reach my husband (cell phones weren't invented yet) so Alan helped me to get comfortable and began to time my contractions. He was so kind and encouraging, most of all he was calm. This is what I appreciated the most because not all labors are created the same, and this one was progressing much faster than my first. I don't know how long I labored on that sofa, but Alan remained next to me, timing everything. Eventually Jay raced up to house, once he was informed, and he bundled me to the car. Bonny offered to keep our son, a typically active, terrible two-er. Typical Bonny; so very generous. When jay slid into the driver seat, Alan handed him a sheet of paper, he had written down every contraction, length of time, and span of minutes in between. Typical. Thank You Alan