I had the rather uncomfortable privilege of attending a memorial service for the woman who was my father's mother, along with the clumsy situation of explaining the term grandson on my name badge.
If you have any little secrets, you should tell your best friends because thay will be mad at you when they find out. Dad's sister called him to invite him to spend some time with them after she died and had no clue that their mother had known him well all these years.
I found out that there are some relatives here in the Nashville area. They promptly included me in their social plans which my dad advised me to accept. I guess the positive side is that genetics predisposition us to enjoy certain things, so I may have a good time.
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