Tomorrow, I’ll be joining some of my Montana cousins for a reunion at a lake near Spokane. I’m excited–I haven’t seen some of these people in YEARS. Time just gets away from me, and it happens more and more, the older I get.
Another cousin, Tracei, is having a kidney transplant today, thanks to an anonymous donor. Isn’t it wonderful to know there are people out there who will do something like that for a total stranger? I’m asking for your prayers for Tracei, for the mystery donor, and for Tracei’s husband, Jack, and young daughter, Sydney, and of course for my dear Aunt Donna. She’s already been through this with her other daughter, Sheri, who is recovering nicely, thank God. Aunt Donna’s husband, Gordon, one of the finest men I’ve ever known, died several years ago from the same ailment.
My aunts are something, I’m here to tell you. They’ve been through more tragedy and heartbreak than anyone I know, and yet neither one of them are bitter, as you might expect. They are funny, beautiful, generous women, artistic and devout, full of laughter. (The way they laugh is one of the sounds I love best in all the world.
Daughter, cousins, aunts, uncles, brother and sisters–I love you.
And I’m proud to be kin to every one of you.