The 10 surviving Gonzalez kids assembled last Friday to pay our respects to our oldest brother Jim. Here are the 9 that made it to the reception after. Ted left early to take care of Terri, otherwise we'd all have been in this photo.It was a sad day. And a happy one, for my memories of Jim are of his laughter. His roaring laughter. His contagious, roaring laughter.
His son Chris told a great story, which I won't attempt to capture here. I will, however, remind you of the punchline - "Don't bite a cashduck in the butt."
Sadly, my family only gets together for funerals and weddings; funerals moreso. Perhaps this blog can get us talking again.
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