I can’t believe I didn’t enter these items that occurred to during last week, when I was in Atlanta for Kat’s funeral.
- Kat died a week ago Wednesday, which I can only consider a good thing because she had been (you might have noticed) praying, “God, please take me,” for the past couple of months.
- She (or you, or chance; whoever controls these things) held on until Wednesday when everyone had gotten home from the New York trip.
- No one is our family has died tragically. Not even suddenly, with the exception of Poppy, who was 86. No car crashes or early cancers. No phone calls from the police in the middle of the night. Discussed this with Todd and Christian, parents now, and a shadow of dread passed over them. Knocking on wood….
- The family visit to New York generally. Surely – surely – I already logged this (I know I noted specific elements of it) but it was truly a great time and I’m terrifically grateful for it. There’s a slight taint on it from learning that I was disinherited at the time, but I’ll focus on the positive.
- The kids love me. Though I sometimes feel like a straggler or a hanger-on in the Spencer-Stark family (and the disinheritance news didn’t help that) I feel like they love me as much as they would any other blood uncle that they see a few times a year.
Many thanks,
Me