I have to admit that I used to believe that I didn’t have a lot of experience with death. I’ve had family members pass away in my lifetime, sure. I attended both my maternal grandmother (I was 9) and great-grandmother’s (I was 27) funerals. A maternal cousin passed away early this year at age 35. My paternal grandmother passed away when I was 28 or 29, we’re not exactly sure
Onions seem to be notorious for both their foul smell and their ubiquitous correlations to life itself.
So most of you will probably think that I’m completely nuts, but the other day, my mom asked how I felt about going home to Flagstaff to be with my sister, who unfortunately, is still miserably pregnant. Without even thinking, I said, “let’s go.” So we loaded up the car, popped Alissa into her carseat and hit the road bright and early yesterday morning and drove the 750 miles to