The gal from Shamrock puts it in one neat package
January 29, 2022
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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