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Max is 2!
It was Max’s birthday!
I made him a nice sign.
It has all the best stuff. Monkeys, stars, giraffes, big letters. And my own unique style.
Also, Maxy’s Mommy and Daddy took off of work and jumped from a plane!
Then, Max’s Polish grandparents drove down to visit him.
Max’s birthday is a family holiday for everyone every year.
Max Steel
I brought this cool toy for Max.
It’s called Max Steel.
We put it together, and it has the power to shoot out a cool projectile.
He entertains and stands guard for Max.
Better From A Star
A couple of weeks, I went to see Neutral Milk Hotel.
This is the group that penned the lyric “The Earth Looks Better From A Star, That’s Right Above From Where You Are” as featured on Max’s tombstone.
It was one of my favorite quotes before, and even more now, obvs.
Anyway, I brought a printout of it, and stood around after and got a dude from the band to sign it.
Pretty great. Especially since the band hadn’t toured around for like 10+ years.
I dig it.
Signed!
Team Max: Aww, How Sweden
My old friend Nancy took this with her daughter in Vejbystrand, Sweden in front of this “Troll Forest”.
Yay, Max loves trolls. Because I think Rumpelstiltskin is a particular breed of troll.
Sweden!
Max Tattoo
I finally did it.
After all the talk, I went and got a tattoo.
Me and Max both have 8-pointed stars.
Now me and Max match, rocking our 8-pointed stars for all-time.
Addendum: Realized running today that with Max’s 8 points, and my 8 points, that adds up to the 16 days we had together.
Find-A-Max
I finally got around to adding Maxy boy to Find-A-Grave.com.
Oddly, there are quite a few Tworzydlos on the site when you search.
Max serves as such a constant inspiration to me. If I ever feel overwhelmed at work, I just look at his picture and everything comes into perspective. Also, I started this bootcamp personal trainer thing a couple of weeks ago. It was really tough, but I’m getting better. When we’re at the end of our 1 minute high-intensity stuff, and the other people might be hitting a knee during mountain climber or something, I just focus really hard on Max and how strong he was and say “I will not stop” and then I fight through the pain and finish strong. I love it. I don’t think I’ll ever be scared of shots ever again. When I’m about to give blood or get an injection, I just think about how many times Max did that and that I need to be strong like him. Maxy helps me so much everyday, I just wish I had more time so I could have done more for him.
P.S. – someone please remember to add me to FindAGrave.com one day.
Ciao My Shining Star
Pictures of Max’s grave… spruced up.
I shined it nicely for him.
Happy Fall!
Max’s Corner
This is where I give Max nice kisses in the morning and at night times and other times that I want.
I think it’s pretty great.
One Year
I was thinking yesterday evening how unbelievable it is that it’s been one year that Max went to the giant crib in the sky.
A year. That’s 585 million miles that the Earth has traveled since then.
Max has been such a major part of my life this past year. Every day without fail I look at his pictures and kiss them and just marvel at how perfect of a creation he is.
So many people love him and miss him, and it’s my largest hope that he’s somewhere in that celestial cloud looking over us. And I have absolutely no fear of death in me, because that’s my one chance to see my baby boy again. I love him so much, and am glad when other people do too, by doing nice things like decorating his stone.
Spin, pinwheel, spin.
View from Max’s stone.
Visiting his stone, it’s crazy to see how many new graves pop up in BabyLand. As sad as it is, I think all parents of kids there take solace in the hope that somehow each one represents a new friend for their baby. There will always be the “Why us?” and “Why him?” questions, but there’s slight comfort knowing that we’re not alone.
A year. Can’t believe it’s been a year since I would come in to the NICU and talk to my son and he’d find me and look at me right away. Eye to eye. Just two dudes saying “what’s up, man?” One positive I try to keep hold of: that’s how I’ll always remember him. We never had an argument, or a fight, or a disagreement, or a squabble, or a “ugh, why is he crying?” moment. Nothing but pure love when looking at him, and I hope for him looking at me.
Miss you so much, my Maxy boy.
Love,
Daddy