Homecomings, and lots and lots of people
I’m on the slippery side of the hill now, and reminiscing seems to be an occupational hazard. After we lost my dad, three aunts, and two uncles in less than a year starting in November, 2004 (Aunt Irene) and ending with Uncle Sam (September, 2005), I started making a concerted effort to see the aunts and uncles that were still alive. It’s not something I try to lord over anyone (except for including it in this story and bringing it up more times than people care to hear!), it’s more of a penance. When Aunt Irene died, (more…)