Funny who you meet a family reunion.
“Is everybody here?” my mom said as she counted heads.
When she was satisfied, she herded us through the gates of the public park.
“Are you sure your Aunt Ida booked us a space with a pavilion?”
“You know Ida! She did it in December and faxed me a copy of the reply."
“There’s Auntie Ida,” screamed Leo and started running.
“Lisa, go after him and make sure he’s headed to the right woman,” Mom insisted.
Luckily Leo was wearing a neon green T-shirt and a loud pair of plaid shorts. So it was easy to follow him. To my horror, he was sitting on the lap of an old lady I didn’t recognize.
“Leo, leave the nice lady alone!” I scolded.
Of course, he started to scream. I looked at the lady apologetically. She smiled and said:
“You must be Lisa. Ida has told me so much about all of you. I’m your Uncle Mitch’s mother. I live in Australia, but Ida and Mitch insisted I come for the reunion. I’m tickled pink that they bought my ticket and offered to put me up.”
Since she was sitting on a bench, I sat beside her and started peppering her with questions about the Land Down Under. It was on my bucket list for when I was old enough to go there.
“There you two are! What have you been doing?” my mother asked as she came rushing over.
“It’s time to eat,” Dad told us.
“What about Uncle Mitch’s mother?” Leo and I said together.
Mom and Dad looked at each other.
“Uncle Mitch’s mom died last week. She was planning to come, but she got sick.”
Leo and I stared at the spot on the bench where the kind old lady had been sitting. It was empty.