Siblings

If anyone expected that this blog was going to accurately keep up a good chronological record of things as they happened, I guess the past two weeks have gotten rid of that misconception.

Suffice it to say that two weekends in succession in Little Valley made me appreciate the siblings once again. From the youngest—mighty cool in the middle of a 13-hour trip out of BWI to Little Valleyto the oldest, and that one without a middle name (get over it John, there just wasn't time).

Despite the gray hair and the other niggling signs of age, we can still line up in chronological order and smile on command.

It was great to see so many in Rochester. Jim makes retirement look like a job he can handle.

At the gathering in Olean on Friday, Lily read books in the funeral parlor playroom, and Ed and Theresa and John S. and Sara remembered Mrs. Sheridan at the prayer service.

I have heard many of the family in the past two weeks do beautiful jobs of coming up with the right words at the right time. It's not easy. You're a talented bunch. And I agree. Ed was Mrs. Sheridan's favorite son-in-law.