Every year I debate going to dinner with my father's side of the family (my father has not attended for some years now). Today I received a Christmas card from my aunt (his sister). She didn't write anything except "Love Aunty Margaret". Her handwriting is the same illegible scrawl as my father's.
How proud are we?
Who will really be there when you need them?
What are the necessary parameters that must be met to allow someone into your life?
Margaret lives in Deep Cove and I look forward to seeing her more often in the New Year.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
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