Today is my brother Quentin's birthday, a birthday he shares with our grandmother who lost her battle with cancer many years ago. Isn't she lovely? An ugly divorce between Quentin's mother and our father resulted in a seemingly permanent schism with the children of our father's other marriages. But when my grandmother died, both her children and five of her six grandchildren were present. Her last words were a joyful "Oh, honey!" when I told her that all her grandchildren were there. May God forgive me for stretching the truth by one. Yeah, pain is a great inspiration for writers.
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