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…
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…
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…
Debbie is my cousin: the oldest child of one of my maternal aunts. I found out today that she passed away last week. We found out today, I should say. So damn sad. Debbie was talented, kind, generous and she could be so sweet despite the fact that she was in pain, I think. She had…
