Nice Matin and family affairs

Had breakfast with Therese and Dad at Nice Matin. Yummy granola with blueberries and yogurt. Ah, it is so gratifying to live so close to such nice food and a great atmosphere.

Therese is Dad's cousin on his mother's side
and her sister, Barbara, is suffering. She needs to be in a home now and this has left the family house in a rather sad state. They have to dig out from a lot of clutter. I wish I could do more. Therese is heading up to Ossining to help out. Luckily my Aunt Evelyne is there to help out.

Strange how Dad never really talked much about family when I was growing up - no pictures hanging around, not even any heirlooms except an old watch of his father's he had in his office desk drawer. Now he seems to enjoy returning to his roots, talking with his cousin, driving past the old chestnut tree in front of his grandparent's house. Some memories aren't happy ones - how he got the news of his mother's death - but slowly I'm learning more about how my dad grew up ... and how he seems to be more and more comfortable revisiting home.