Note: I usually write out my entries here in the evening, then "top them off" the next morning and publish, but I'm deviating this time--my usual blog entry follows.
At about 6:30, as I was finishing dinner, I got a call from my brother, Larry, in Florida. He said my niece, Chrissy, daughter of my older brother, Jimmy, had been trying to contact me, but her attempts didn't go through. Her news was that our brother, Jim, had died.
Jim was 96 and hadn't been well, in mind or body, for some time. The last time I saw him--remotely--was when I Zoomed them a year or so ago. He seemed out of it then.
Chrissy did finally get me on Facetime and told me Jim had died in his sleep, very peacefully, "the way we all want to go," as she remarked. He'll be cremated and a mass will be said there, then the ashes will be returned to the U.S. (I assumed when she and her husband return, in two years or so.) I called Carolyn, asking her to tell Betty--not that I think she'll understand. I hope she doesn't understand. I Messaged Mike, who's in Austin, to tell him. He said he'll be in Bangkok for business next month, and will get in touch with Chrissy and visit.
Larry and I agreed that he should call brother, Frank's daughter, Francine, and she can inform Frank. I doubt if he'll remember Jimmy, either. I'll call niece, Joan, and contact various other nephews. I don't want to write any more now.
Here's a 72-year-old postcard to Betty and me from Jimmy when he visited the Vatican:
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