All that’s left now is to pray for Emberlie and her family. I recall when her mother was a toddler. Lotta years with that family.
BonGon, redhead and I have been friends since we were five and six, growing up like three sisters. We were always together.
The last time I went to the class reunion, (five years ago) I learned that my niece’s paternal grandfather had died, so my dressy clothing was black, dual purpose.
BonGon and I began discussing plans while I was there, and she mentioned her BIL had passed away, and she was supposed to go to the funeral. I was going to go to one as well. It seems my niece’s grandfather was BonGon’s BIL. Small world. So I guess we’re sisters, after all!
I’ve an Uncle who lives in Minnesota; my father’s brother-in-law. I left California to go to a small college in Idaho. My roommate hailed from St. Louis. Roommate selection at the school was “luck o’th’ draw” unless you and another student in your matriculating class specifically requested to room together.
As we sat in college church that first Sunday — he pointed to one of the ushers and said, “Oh, hey; that’s my Uncle.” You may well imagine my amazement when I realized that the man he had pointed out was my Uncle’s brother!