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Rest in peace, Aunt Alice

Auntie A. called me Faffa because when I was little I couldn’t say my middle name, Arthur. Gary, say your name. “Gary Faffa Young” Our family has three March babies: me, Debbie (RIP 2015), and Aunt Alice — 2nd, 4th, and 10th. We would celebrate together, and after, “How old are you now? How old…

Rest in Peace, Grandma

Edythe Booker Mason, 1918 – 2019 Who are we without her? Grandma was and is the heart of our family, and the hub of our family. Aging isn’t for cowards, she’d say. A hundred and one year old body is going to decline and there’s a precipice at the end of that process. It’s the…

Rest in Peace, Aunt Drayde

When I was a kid, the family would go to Aunt Drayde’s house for crab feasts. Newspaper spread across the table and the red-orange crabs like living sculptures. Sometimes we would go with her and Auntie A. to buy the crabs, bring them back, and I’d be in the kitchen watching her cook them. I…

Rest In Peace, Kenneth

Twenty nine years old. So young. Respect and love, cousin. Technically, first cousin once removed, which (I had to look it up) qualifies as nephew. But nephew doesn’t seem quite right. I guess… Apparently, there had been a storm brewing for a long time. There’s only so much a person can take and only so…

LGN 115: Recovery

I am very drowsy. First, I’d like to start off on a negative note. I don’t like Cigna. As I was laying on the gurney, IV dripping Xanax and antacid into my veins, the doctor stopped by briefly and said I owed him big time because they had just gotten off the phone from battling…