I’m in Highland Park, a suburb of Chicago where my mother’s older brother lives. I traveled here with my brother to help celebrate my uncle Edwin’s 96th birthday. It was a wonderful party but just a bit poignant because we see him growing more and more fragile as the days spin by. Big Brother (that was the name we adopted from our mom) kept telling us how rich he was to have the love of his life by his side (married 69 years to our Aunt Gladys) and his family and his friends visit him. We ate cake and ice cream and sang happy birthday – He gave us a great smile in return.
Happy Birthday Big Brother – we all love you.