My husband and I have entered an age when our parents, aunts and uncles and those of our friends begin to fizzle like mosquitoes to summer bug zappers. My Uncle Dick, we were notified, passed early this morning, after suffering a stroke about a week ago. Dick was my mother's brother.
Dick, may you find peace in wherever it is that you land and may you be comforted by your parents, sister and brother there. Look down at us now and then and give a sign. You come from a long line of sign-givers. Your mother turns the lights on and off in our place every once in awhile. Your sister trips people when she wants us to remember her. Aunt Blanche, well, I think she used to appear on the street and stick out her tongue. But that stopped years ago. We are all part of this very strange and yet wonderful DNA mixture.
May you find comfort in that land beyond.
XOXO,
Your loving niece
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