Good Night, Uncle Al

My godfather, the atheist, passed away a month ago.

He loved to plant things, especially tomatoes. He loved his garden. He even loved driving his tractor mower. I miss him now, but it will be especially hard this summer when I see the tomatoes growing in his garden.

He loved cats.

He bought a nice large house so that he could have visitors.

He was a lawyer, a judge, and a democrat.

He was in the army when I was a little girl. He went to Fordham Law School. He liked living in Manhattan, but moved to Staten Island after starting a family.

After my mother retired and moved away, he invited me and my family to Thanksgiving dinners.

Thank you, Uncle Al.  I'm glad we got to spend Thanksgiving together last year.