My previous post detailed how I and my family received the news of my Uncle Bruce's death last week. There had been some confusion due to miscommunication combined with the foreknowledge that my father's cousin, John Dupree, was dying. It was sorted out and my father spent two days out in Santa Rosa [...]
Uncle Bruce and my father in 2004.
A Few Weeks Ago
My father was going to Cincinnati to visit John Dupree. John is my father's cousin and they grew up pretty much like brothers. John has been fighting colon cancer for a couple of years now, but my father didn't get a chance to visit [...]
January 19th is probably the most important date in my life. It is not my birthday, nor my wedding date, nor when my children were born. Rather it is the birth date, 34 years apart, of the two women who have most affected by life: my mother and my wife.
I have written about [...]
On New Years Eve, I was out with the boys, foraging for food at the Giant Eagle and running errands when I got a call from my wife. "There is something in the house!" she told me. Now, usually if anything dared enter our house uninvited, she would quickly kick its crawly little [...]
I never knew my great uncle, Robert Keith Leavitt. He was my paternal grandfather's only full sibling, but he died the same year as I was born. Before his death, Uncle Bob has been a writer, although not someone you would have heard of, and that's fine. He wrote corporate histories with [...]