Tag: family

  • I love it when a surprise works!

    Our good time overload continued this past weekend when we made a semi-secret trip to Pittsburgh, PA to attend a surprise party for my brother-in-law Tony, who is turning 70. My brother and sister-in-law came, both of my nephews (my sister & brother-in-law’s kids, that is) and their families, Tony’s two older brothers, as well…

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  • A final road trip

    UPDATE 06-10-11: I just heard this song and realized it captures perfectly what this weekend meant to me. Go call your family, hug your kids. Time is precious. Don’t waste it. ———————- I have spent the last couple of weeks getting ready for what I dubbed “Ashes to Ashes: A Memorial.” It started out as…

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  • Westminster Centennial

    We just spent four days in Colorado visiting family and attending the Westminster, CO (Chuck’s hometown) Centennial kick-off event. It was a pretty low-key affair, with a very small town feel to it (though with a population of over 100,000 people it’s not all that small anymore – when Chuck’s family moved there, it had a…

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  • With every stop, a new memory

    We are back home after our semi-whirlwind tour of the east coast (I say semi, as our intrepid and younger friends Meagan and Jock have been doing a real deal whirlwind tour that you can read about at her blog). In my previous post, I mostly bitched and moaned about the hotel we stayed at…

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  • Dealing with memories, life and choices

    We all have stories. And our families have stories. What are they? What do they say about us, about our parents, about our families? We were talking about Chuck’s story last night – well, really about Chuck’s mom’s and dad’s story. Their story is one of romance, of timing, and choices. Chuck is not an…

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  • The myth of memory

    My brother called me this past weekend and started off the conversation with, “Do you remember that red sweater you had when you were three or four? I think Mom knitted it for you, or maybe Grandmother.” Uh-huh. Of all the things I’d remember from when I was three, a red sweater is not one…

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