Yesterday was a really good day.
My nephew and his family came over because they haven’t had electricity in a week.
Even though you love your family, sometimes you only see them in groups. My nephew lives in Connecticut so I usually see him mostly at holidays. This was different. It was just us. I love my nephew and I love his wife. The kids are really smart and cute but I don’t usually get a chance to deal with them one on one.
Their son, Jacob is so familiar to me. He’s so much like the rest of my family that I feel a strong connection to him.
Their daughter, Maia looks exactly like my sister Phyllis and though she has never said a word to me directly I did notice her looking at me yesterday so at least now I know she could pick me out of a line up.
And what’s so great about talking anyway.
I have a friend named Ernie who once said “Except for an occasional “Watch out!” I haven’t said anything that had to be said in 5 years.”
I’d fallen behind on your blog. I just spent over an hour reading all that I missed. I was telling someone recently about how our stories connect us, how in sharing them, we give each other permission somehow – to be angry or stupid or inexplicably happy. Human. Thank you for sharing yourself.
What a nice thing to say. I wish I had such altruistic reasons for writing this. I just need to put it down. It’s helping me get through one of the worst times in my life.