Four Funerals and a Wedding

I'm thankful for a very human year.

Earlier this week Kristin and I attended the funeral of my niece’s husband’s father in Ohio. (I’m an only child, but my father had an early short first marriage back in the USSR that produced a daughter, my half-sister, who’s 17 years older than me and whom I only learned about in adulthood… a story for another time.) It reminded me that this past year, as full as it’s been with personal and professional experiences and milestones, was unique for an entirely different and human reason: it was the first year when I’ve attended more funerals than weddings. It’s like the inverse of that classic ’90s romcom “Four Weddings and a Funeral.”