Uncle Rene dies, Kaffee Klatsch with Anna, and drinks and appetizers with Hugh…
~Friday~ I drove in to work again this morning, but instead of using a scratch-off parking pass, I parked in a two-hour zone near my building. At a little after 8:30, I saw an update from one of my cousin’s daughter that her “Pépère” had died. That’s the French word for grandfather—and what I called … Read more