Today I went to Staunton, Virginia to visit my uncle Cecil. He’s only 96, a youngster. We talked. Watched the robins, who incidentally, are early this year.
We talked about his time in the Army in the Pacific Theatre in WWII and of course about my Dad whose birthday was yesterday.
Then we visited my cousin Kay, a funny and wonderful woman. We talked family and shook the family tree a little.
Some stories are brewing in my head…stay tuned.