Not the Reunion We Were After

My Uncle Ross had battled cancer off and on for I don’t know how many years. His last time in the hospital was majorly hard on his wife and children – but he kept up a positive attitude, I believe for their sake. When he left the hospital, he was told that he would have no more than a year left on earth. (Probably not in those exact words – but you get the gist) My cousin, Michelle, had sent out a request for an early “Christmas in July” celebration – hoping that we would all enjoy one last celebration with Uncle Ross and have those treasured memories as we had for mom. Only her request came as a plea on my part: “LaTiesha is moving to Oregon. Let’s have our Christmas early this year before she goes” She didn’t want to sa...