weapons of massdistraction

Yesterday was surreal. I hadn’t seen many of my family members since 1999. Others it had been seventeen years or more. The visitation was held in a Catholic church I occasionally went to as a child. My grandmother had been a member for some 70 years. There were easels set up with photos spanning her lifetime, which included my childhood. I spotted my Dad in a few snaps and my brother in many. That’s one thing that struck me most about my grandmother’s death. There is now one less person alive to remember Tom.