10:54 a.m. - 2005-12-14
I was writing out sympathy cards to Uncle J's sisters, and when I got to Uncle G, I stopped.
Sympathy cards are religious, trite, sappy affairs. Not at all like Uncle G.
So I wrote him a letter instead, much like the tribute I wrote to them in my diary a few pages back.
I was much happier with that.
Cards and packages are all done and ready to be mailed on my lunch break.