We're alright. My brothers John and Isaac and me, we're alright.
We laid Mom to rest Monday.
I left Pennsylvania early yesterday for my home in coastal Delaware.
John and his wife Barb left Pennsylvania early this morning for their home in Greenville, South Carolina.
Isaac will stay at the longtime family home in Downingtown, Pennsylvania.
I talked to both John and Isaac this morning on the phone. We're all doing alright.
Mom led a good, long life. She lovingly raised three fine boys. She did her job.
No false modesty here, she did a great job with us. We were a handful growing up. Three personalities as different as can be, yet she met the challenge.
There was that one comment she made a few years ago when she was reminiscing about the job she did raising us. She said "I'm glad none of my boys ended up in prison." SAY WHAT? I said "Mom! Why would you even think that?" She was a bit embarrassed when I questioned her but I think I know where she was coming from. When she was a young girl in Downingtown, a trusted banker and local, upright citizen was found to have embezzled money from the local bank. That event, along with being a child of the Depression shook her faith in people. So that's maybe why she raised us as she did. To never lie, cheat, or steal. If we did we knew we would have to face MOM.
Thanks Mom. You raised us right. Of course you eliminated a career possibility for all three of us. We could never become politicians.