My cousin, Sonny McKain, died yesterday at 5:45 PM. Not an old guy by my standards (under 70 isn’t old when you’re my age now), complications from a kidney stone — combined with being too stubborn to go to the doctor — became too great for him to overcome.
It’s especially difficult when a death in the family happens near a holiday that typically revolves around family time. His smile will be missed greatly and remembered fondly.
I know this is crazy, but every time a family member of mine dies, my friend Sherry is there. When I got word about Sonny, without fail, there she was at my kitchen table. Nothing planned beforehand, the timing of her visit was coincidental. (Starting to worry that I need to ban her from the premises.)
Sherry was there to deliver a bouquet of flowers. An old and dear friend sends them to me every year. Sherry always delivers and also brings bags of homemade cookies and candies she’s prepared. Then, we always take a selfie. Not sure I’ve ever looked worse in a photo, but I’m sharing it anyway… it’s tradition.
It’s Christmas week — are y’all ready?