Remembering Saturday

We’re on our way over to my Dad’s house, to have brunch with Susan, with my sister Holly, with Uncle Dick and Aunt Kay, Aunt Carol, and Susan’s brother and his wife. Nate and Pip are already with us; Si and Laura H. will arrive in a few hours, weather and air travel systems willing.
 
At 2 o’clock, we’ll re-gather at Chatham, first to deposit my father’s ashes at a designated location, then to participate in a memorial event for him.
 
It’s good to be with family. I wish we had a different reason.

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