I was sitting cross-legged on my bed, supposedly studying for finals, a sophomore in college. It was May of 1957, and my older brother Don’s wife was in labor with their first child. Wendy eventually arrived, AND I passed the exam.
Don and his wife's young marriage didn’t last and although I saw a fair amount of my niece until she was a teenager, we grew apart (a complicated story) until recently. During that time, she became a talented and successful businesswoman and married her soul mate.
Over the past few years, we have been in touch more, and thanks to Zoom we’ve spent some time together as a foursome. Our recent Zoom was just Wendy and me. It was a quite a different and fun conversation.
But, how can I possibly have a 64-year-old niece?