"That first night, we didn't get to bed until four; it was as if we'd all agreed to wring every last bit of life out of these few days together. Thursday night I baked a six-layer cake I'd found in Bon Appetit... we were singing happy birthday to Uncle Don, as he turned eighty-eight. "You know," he said, "you live alone for so long, and then people do something like this for you, it just makes you want to weep."" In this beautiful, and moving piece Heather O'Shea recounts a visit from relatives that was filled with love, laughter, life -- and lessons from the leaving of it all.
