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.
Well, I survived the meeting. It was a great time, and I’m glad that we all had fun. Saturday afternoon, a small group of us went horseback riding. That is, after first going on an adventure to find an In & Out burger to satisfy my need for a double double with cheese. After driving in circles looking for the place, we finally found it, and there was a line,