Life The Way You Dream It To Be

Last week we flew to New Orleans for Charlie’s uncle who died hours after we arrived. In the days that followed, we helped clean out his apartment. “I would not have guessed he had so much stuff,” Charlie said. Uncle Lloyd liked to wear the same outfit everyday, so on the bed was a bag filled with light blue, short sleeved, button-up shirts, and underneath those were many pairs of his favorite navy blue pants. There was a straw hat he carried back from his post-retirement world travel to China, Russia, and other getaways. There was a mug with Far…

When Someone Dies

I had plans for what I wanted to write about this week that have all faded into the Louisiana breeze. Instead, I am in New Orleans for the passing of our Uncle Lloyd. He died last night. It was Wednesday, sunny and 72, clear blue skies, low humidity, a gentle breeze that passed through Uncle Joe’s backyard and over our Baby Girl who was taking an afternoon nap on the back porch in her stroller. Uncle Lloyd had the sweetest smile. He smiled every time we saw him, and you could hear his smile through the phone, too. I met…