extended family
All about how to stay connected, strengthen ties and talk politics with your big, happy extended family.
My Second Skin
She sat looking at the letter in her hand in disbelief. Her Uncle John had passed away a month ago and the service had been short because of the pandemic. She never thought that she might be getting a bequest from him. They were not even very close. But the letter was right in front of her. $20,000.00 was hers. She had been given the money for no reason she could come up with but here was the letter, and now she had to decide what to do with it.
By Denise Paynter Peterson5 years ago in Families
This Place
There are some places on earth you just cannot forget. Their majesty and beauty make such an impression that they are permanently etched on your mind. Parcels of land filled by magnificent mountains or drenched with sun laden beaches... just the words alone conjure up spectacular images—the Sierra's, Pikes Peak, and Kilimanjaro, or Fiji, the Caribbean, and the Florida Keys. Those places bring a smile to your face and joy to your heart. Those are the places you search for; the places you plan long vacations around. Those are the pictures you remember, forever.
By Cheryl Mason Thompson5 years ago in Families
Aunt Bea
Tara ran up the stairs to her Aunt Bea’s cottage holding the book size package the attorney gave to her close to her chest. She had left the attorney’s office a half hour earlier discussing the auction sale of her late Aunt’s house. She was to removed anything she wished to keep and let the rest for the future auction.
By Debra Frantz5 years ago in Families
My Sister, My Aunt and My first Best Friends
Today while I spoke with my sister Antoinette, I showed here what I have shared so far in the story I am telling here. Antoinette is my half sister and an integral person in my storied beginnings. She was tied into this whirlwind of a household I grew up in early. I was nearly 5 by the time my family made it to Jacksonville. Antoinette was going on 11 in fifth grade. We had the typical sibling relationship between a little brother and big sister. We loved each other as much as we annoyed each other, as you would expect from a tween and her kid brother. I will admit I was a pain in her ass in those years though because I was spoiled as fuck as the baby of the kids (sorry sis).
By Anthony Anthem5 years ago in Families
Sketches
Annie searched the lists for several days until she found the entry. When she had begun, she certainly hadn’t expected a reward. Still, she had wondered to find something so precious in a thrift store, and she had decided that someone might want it. So, Annie Jacobson skimmed through website classifieds, convinced she would find a desperate soul searching for the book.
By Carmi Cason5 years ago in Families
Klassic Kitchenware
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By klassic kitchenware5 years ago in Families
The Notebook
People die. It’s just a fact. Nothing can stop it from happening. Nothing can really prepare you for it. And surprisingly nothing can prepare you for having to clean up someone‘s life mess. That is what I have been asked to do, clean up someone’s house that just passed. Not just any someone, but my uncle.
By Kathy Stephens5 years ago in Families
Tattered Legacy
I was sitting here trying to wrap my brain around my Uncle Joe passing away in the other room, here on the farm. Having a cup of coffee, calming down, while hospice finishes taking care of everything. In the last moments of his life, he handed me his tattered black book, that he carried on him everyday of his life since he was 16. This book went to Vietnam, and hundreds of other places in the world with him. He wrote thoughts, prayers, people and things he collected over his travels. As I sit and reflect on his last words to me, "This is your legacy, its torn and tattered, but is everything to me, now it's all yours".
By Cindy Sparks5 years ago in Families
Miss Helen's
It was my first time back in Pittsburgh since I graduated in 1985. I was returning for the funeral of my dear friend and former landlord, Miss Helen. My flight landed just in time for me to get to the church for the viewing. The viewing room where Miss Helen laid in rest was packed up full of people, people that she’d taken care of over the years and welcomed into her home including myself.
By Timia Williams5 years ago in Families
