dogslife

One of my uncles died Monday morning, so Tuesday we went to the funeral. I didn't know him very well but I knew his reputation. He was the one in the family who was smart enough to get away with being a liar and philanderer. I mean, he got caught and everyone knew he was a sonofabitch, but he played it well and never really tried that hard to hide it, and somehow held together a not unimpressive career in psychiatric medicine through even the worst of it. He didn't die the way he should have; instead of slipping on the edge of the pool at a gold-bikini grade party he wasted away with Parkinson's and died in his 71st year. Says Vonnegut, so it goes.

It was good seeing my Indian family all together for the first time in a while and the wake provided an opportunity for them to all meet my intended. To be honest, I had a pretty good time.