The gal from Shamrock puts it in one neat package


January 29, 2022

Cousin Paul Devenney

A week ago Wednesday, Mary Joe Devenney left a voicemail saying her dad, Paul, had died of congestive heart failure.

Right away, there was regret.

I hadn't kept in touch.

We were worlds apart - he in Texas and me in northern Minnesota - and only a phone call away.

Which I never made.

Damn, I thought.

A part of me died that day because, growing up, I had damn few kin.

He was family.

I was seven when my last uncle died in 1951 fulfilling a prophesy that my grandmother, Maria, had been told by her own mother back in Germany a few years after she was born on Friday the thirteenth.

"You're unluc...

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