My uncle Max (my Dad’s youngest brother) woke on his birthday and baked himself a birthday cake and a cherry pie. He didn’t know his two daughters had a surprise party planned for him that afternoon at his granddaughter’s house. I’m pretty happy he didn’t know anything about the gathering because that cherry pie was amazing!
I was late (typical Shelley) and had to park 100 miles from the house. So many family and friends took time from their busy Sunday to celebrate Max’s life, it was more like a football game at Seymour High School than the 82nd birthday of some old dude.
My Dad was from a large family and I was reminded of that fact as I looked around at all my cousins and their kids. Our get-togethers were a LOT more frequent when my parent’s generation was in charge — but when we DO gather, it’s always a treat.
Here’s hoping my Uncle Max has many more birthdays — he is the last of the McKain 13.
