This is a disorienting Thanksgiving Day for the Old Dog. The usual plan rotates between a meal at my sister's or a trek to Milwaukee where a cousin lays out a big spread. Not this year. My cousin Pam, the host of the big meal, died last weekend from heart failure of some kind; I'm told she was in ill health for some time but this was unexpected. So, on Black Friday of all days, we'll be going north for a funeral. There may be some kind of dinner at my sister's home on Sunday but it won't be the same.
My mother's sister was childless so all of my first cousins are on my father's side of the family, nine in total. Pam was the third youngest and the first to pass away. A new trend has begun and before my thoughts get any darker and bum you guys out I'll let it go and catch up later during the weekend. Enjoy your leftovers.
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