I feel like I am. You hardly ever spoke of your father or your mother. I don’t even know that much about your siblings. The most I know is that you aren’t close.

Let’s see…the last text I have from the funeral director says he would be ready soon. He says the priest officiating the wake is a family friend and volunteered to bring him on his way here.

Well, when I was in the garage, the first box I found had your name on it. It was full of all sorts of stuff from when you were a kid and I just couldn’t help myself… No! Honey, this is a good thing! Because just behind that box, I found this! It’s one of your old paintings from when you were a kid.