Sorry for my sudden disappearance, folks.
The last of my dear grandmother Jane's surviving siblings, Great Uncle Bob, was buried with full military honors in our private family cemetary alongside our Revolutionary ancestors in Sleepy Southern Hometown on my actual fortieth birthday.
I was surrounded by those I most dearly love, all wearing black, standing around sobbing on a crisp early fall day, the equal of which I cannot recall. Then it was off to the wake to laugh, reminisce, and eat the FINEST apple cream UNbirthday cake that has ever passed my lips. And the very best part?
Not a soul focused on me and I was able to make peace with my passage to middle age in public privacy.
Class timing, Uncle Bob.
