It was a long two days, up in Lexington MA for my brother-in-law’s funeral. His daughters spoke beautifully. Tamar introduced herself as the older one. Deborah went next and, very funny, introduced herself as the taller one. You don’t have to look any further than those two to sum up Mitch’s life as full and meaningful. That they loved him so deeply is pretty much the whole ballgame, as far as I’m concerned.

When Mitch turned 70 (22 years ago), my sister Bonnie threw a party for him and asked us each to write a poem. Mine was a limerick. I still remember it.

A young man in science well-versed
Won our Bonnie’s heart from the first.
She married the guy
Then two children came by
All in all, she could have done worse.

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We’ll return to our usual nonsense with the next post. It was a tough, rainy drive home. Time to get some sleep.