I found out yesterday that my cousin Chuck died. He was my dad's cousin, really, and he and my dad were best friends. When my dad died, Chuck and his partner, Cheryl, did so much work. They drove out to Alabama from Georgia and took care of everything. I talked to Chuck almost every day during those weeks. He just kept telling me how much my dad loved me, and how he was so proud of me, and how he talked about me all of the time-- things my dad never told me.
I don't believe in heaven, but I can't help thinking of my dad and Chuck together somewhere playing pranks on each other-- or maybe they're playing canasta with Nana Pat, Aunt Donna and Nana Ivy.