It was only a few weeks ago I wore the same dress and shoes to the Catholic church. Now I must travel to a chapel in Sydney for a similar event, only this time it is a family reunion. Only when someone dies does the entirety of my mother's family congregate.
David, my cousin who passed away, I only met once at a funeral. He was tall and seemed alright. His wife was lovely. That's all I know about him from personal observation. Everything else comes from stories my mother tells about a misspent youth.
I'm sad, but I didn't know the man.
Sighing, I pick out a black handbag.