A couple of weeks ago I went to my uncle Jack's wake and funeral. His wife, Aunt Rita, and all seven of his children Patricia, Brian, Elaine, Diane, Laura, Jane, and Andrew were there along with Margie one of Uncle Walter's daughters, from California. It was wonderful seeing them all. It had been at least twenty years. Several grandchildren also came.
For two days we reminisced and told stories about ourselves, our parents, and grandparents. Patricia took Margie and me by the Pine Street house in Malden where our fathers grew up.
Growing up I did not see them very often as my father was career Army and we were never posted to Massachusetts. They all remembered the trip to to visit us in Detroit around 1964. Even Jane who was not yet a toddler.
I am still mulling over that week end and am grateful that I could be there.
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