77. Patrick
In a photograph, a teenaged me cradles my baby cousin. 18 years later I met the adult Patrick at a family reunion. He overflowed with ideas, inventions, aspirations and angst. He’d grown too big to hold, too prickly to hug.
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In a photograph, a teenaged me cradles my baby cousin. 18 years later I met the adult Patrick at a family reunion. He overflowed with ideas, inventions, aspirations and angst. He’d grown too big to hold, too prickly to hug.