Karleton Fyfe: 'Really Living
Karleton Fyfe's mother had to be bedridden for the six
months before he was born; he seemed to be in a hurry to
get into the world.
There was so much to be excited about. Take the birth
of his own son. He and his wife made it a group project.
They sent family and close friends a video titled "It's
a. . . ." showing them going for the sonogram, and at the
end opening an envelope in which the doctor had written
"boy." When Jackson turned 1, they asked the same group
to write something and seal it for him to open when he
Then, because Mr. Fyfe heard that the terrible 2's
were caused by frustration at not being able to
communicate, he taught his son sign language. "He was
really living it," said Tristin Laughter a longtime
friend of the couple.
Mr. Fyfe, 31, really lived everything, applying the
same boyishness and determination whether he was
mastering Steve Martin routines or the curveball as a
kid, or tackling projects as a senior analyst at John
Hancock -- the job for which he was traveling on American
Airlines Flight 11.