13 years: November 28

The gathering of many generations was a peak into history for a young boy.
a small window into a huge world I had never known and
never experienced.

The numbers shrank down to Grandma and Aunt Mary,
then just Grandma,
and then ——–.

I like to think I help to create a warm and welcoming household
where there is always more room at the table.

At least in that sense,
absolutely nothing has changed
and everything is okay.

I am proud to carry that on,
I think it’s called love.

– For more in this series and the story behind it, see 13 years