... and regardless of the (cough!) catchy turn of phrase that ends that sentence, the lack of choice is present in more than just the ability (or lack thereof) in cleaning out the proboscises of your amigos.
OK, so that was less than poetic and, if we are to be honest, really sort of a sad introduction. But there it is. Deal with it.
Please forgive my tone; I am annoyed, sad. Family is rarely, if ever, a dynamic or a group of or from which one is allowed to choose. As happens in many families, the close-knit relationships found in families is often lost when a matriarch or patriarch is lost. In my family, we lost both in the span of twenty-three days. First, my paternal grandmother, my Nana, and just over three weeks later, her son, my father. My Nana and my father kept peace, kept love, and kept family first.
Sadly, very few shared that vision.
