I used to think I was the master of my family--the reddest hair, the most traveled, the best teacher, the best Italian speaker, the best writer and, the one I thought I would never lose, the best public speaker. Slowly but surely all these things are being stripped from me. My nephews, nieces and great nephews, nieces travel the world over; and one of them speaks better Italian than me, etc., etc. However, the cruelest of all came yesterday. My nephew Alan, who served as the Master of Ceremonies for his deceased sister-in-law’s “Celebration of Life“, wrote and delivered a eulogy that bests anything I’ve ever done.
Life is certainly unkind. I guess the old man should just slink away in a corner somewhere and let the younger ones take over.
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