Uncle Danny
Thanksgiving. Such a big word. What flood of memories washes into your head as you hear it? Warm fire. Smell of the turkey cooking. Laughter. Football. Snowflakes. Family. Friends. Being thankful. I suppose I am getting older. Well, I dare say I am not just supposing anymore. I am getting older. And life seems to take on new meaning as you get older. You appreciate things more, or should I say you appreciate people more. I honestly can tell you that I have at one point or another dreaded the continuous trips back to MI to be with our family for the holidays. Not because I don't want to be with them in any way shape form. But the hours in the car. Dreadful at times. I love the time with my girls, but it just isn't fun. But I digress. This year, my Uncle Danny passed away, and the funeral was Saturday. Friday at the funeral home. And I was deeply convi...