Friday the 13th, a full moon, VERY bizarre warm weather and almost exactly a month since Mom passed. We’re having her memorial service this Sunday.
Our family is small; Mom had two brothers, one of whom had 2 children. The children he had are estranged from his side of the family (altho I did send a card to his son, who I vaguely rememb. The other brother didn’t marry til he was 60 and never had children. Dad was an only child; his mother had two sisters. One sister had two children, Auntie Rosa and Uncle Bob. The other sister married into a well to do family and wanted nothing further to do with her sisters. Auntie Rosa had 3 kids with her husband, Uncle Jim: Dickie, Melodie & Maribeth. This was the side of the family I’m closest to. Dickie has passed on, but Maribeth (even tho I misspelled her name in the program for the memorial service, she’s going to KILL me) and Mel are a big part of my life. Uncle Bob, who was married to Aunt Cinny, both passed away, had two children, Carl & Erica. Carl is deceased (our family wasn’t too lucky with it’s males); Erica, called Rikki, is coming to the memorial service and I haven’t seen her in a good 10 years. Dickie, Mel, Maribeth, Carl & Rikki also had children; my brother and I are the only slackers who didn’t, much to my mother’s chagrin…she wanted more than anything to be a grandmother.
So anyway, those are my thoughts tonight.