The good and the bad
I learned from my brother my dad’s cousin passed recently and it made me so sad – losing the old men in my life. My dad and uncles have been gone for a while and now my dad’s fun loving cousins who were younger than my dad are all getting up there. I supposedly look exactly like their grandmother who was my grandmother’s sister. I sent a note to my cousins about how he will be missed in my life but never erased from my memory. A fun loving, happy man.
Then the same day my Black and Gold lame dress came back from the dry cleaners – this is my playoff dress I bought at H&M in New York when the Saints first went to the playoffs. I wore it in St. Martin on a company trip as we watched the playoffs in the lobby and I chanted Who Dat to people who had no idea what I was saying. Now everyone knows what Who Dat means. Meanwhile, my cousin twice removed (daughter of the brother of the cousin who passed)’s son (okay so three times removed for the son) had a bar mitzvah I couldn’t attend because it was when we adopted Tin – anyway he sent me a thank you card that I received just as my dress came back and in the note it said in all caps WHO DAT.
A spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down.