Thursday, August 4, 2011

One year ago we were in Michigan

with family, in Northern Michigan: my dad, brother and his family, uncle, aunt, their families.  We had a wonderful time.  My uncle had a birthday, I think his 80th or more.  We went out on Lake Michigan, had barbecues, walked around the resort town watching tourists watch us.

At Christmas my uncle was skiing, running around strong.

In March he was feeling a little tired, a medical check found pancreatic cancer.  He died within a month.

In hindsight the visit last year was a God-send.  My kids had time to hang out with my uncle, who they've never met.  My husband talked teaching and chemistry with him - Uncle George had been a chemistry teacher then Principal at the local high school. 

In the fall, Rob was talking about our trip with a colleague, and it turned out the colleague had not only attended the high school but had Uncle George for chemistry.  And Rob was able to send that information to Uncle George before he died.

I had a simple list of things I wanted us to see or learn or do on the trip.  One of the things was to experience the vastness of our country, and we certainly did that.  I didn't realize at the time we also were seeing that the world is truly a small place.

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