
It’s strange to me when you can find pieces of yourself in the people you call family. Every now and then Winslow, and all the rest of my nieces and nephews, does something that reminds me of me as a kid, and whenever it happens with any of them, the circle feels, if for a moment, complete. It feels like some bits of me might just live on after I am gone.
Published on July 10, 2014 06:38