Jim is the oldest child of my father's brother. We are both the product of the Baby Boom following WWII. Until Jim moved to Colorado about the 6th or 7th grade, we got to spend time together a lot. While we aren't close today, when we get together it seems like old times to sit and discuss the things we have been up to.
He called last night to express his feelings about the loss of my mother. He said that she always treated him with love and laughter. I think that is a pretty common theme said by everyone that knew mom. Mom always said that one or the other of us would wind up in Jail. Jim now works in an Arizona prison. Thankfully neither one of us wound up there as a permanent party inside. He says that he has 4 more years until he can retire.
Jim said to tell the family that this time he won't show up in the middle of the night for the funeral and while he really would love to see us all, he must remain in Arizona and work. When my dad died he drove here to join the family. That was a tribute to the family that we all loved, laughed and enjoyed the time together.
MUD
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