My father once said to me that he was afraid that when he and Mother died, the siblings would never meet together as a family. "They're dead, people, we don't need to pretend like we like each other anymore." That has not happened, of course. He would have liked last Saturday's barbecue at Ted and Kathy's house where we were giddy to see one another after the Covid debacle. Lots of laughter.
For the record: Janie was asked to bring a set salad and she made Toni make it!
I snitched.
We're not perfect, Daddy. We're still ourselves just the way you like us.
(Or am I confusing you with Mr. Rogers?)
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