My sister Connie was buried yesterday. I didn’t go.
At the repass, I did get to meet my niece/sister, Jaden Paddock, for the first time in over 20 years. We hugged, we ate, we took pics, I met her baby.
Drury Hotels near Lambert International was nice. My youngest nephew, at 11, is writing his own “will” on line paper. He wants to be buried with his toys in a plot in Ft. Benning. All of this gets a big fat “Ugh” from me.
Now commences the post-Connie period in my life, and a weird Thanksgiving.
