Mac and Alan were my great aunt and uncle.
Well, I cried.
My Uncle Melvin and Aunt Wilma were my Mac and Alan. They preferred playing cards with my brother and me when we visited them instead of talking with the adults. Thank you for helping me revisit them this morning, Sophie.
I felt my heart break and heal again in new ways.
Beautifully told
So lovely, Sophie. Thank you for sharing.
Oh so beautiful. Took me to my nana’s garden ❤️
Beautiful. So visceral, I can almost smell the sweet peas. I’m so glad to see you here on Substack Sophie!
And…you took me to my own aunt and uncle’s garden in Hartford, SD, circa 1980. I’d say that’s a mighty fine gift, Sophie.
Wonderful. So happy you are sharing these💜
Well, I cried.
My Uncle Melvin and Aunt Wilma were my Mac and Alan. They preferred playing cards with my brother and me when we visited them instead of talking with the adults. Thank you for helping me revisit them this morning, Sophie.
I felt my heart break and heal again in new ways.
Beautifully told
So lovely, Sophie. Thank you for sharing.
Oh so beautiful. Took me to my nana’s garden ❤️
Beautiful. So visceral, I can almost smell the sweet peas. I’m so glad to see you here on Substack Sophie!
And…you took me to my own aunt and uncle’s garden in Hartford, SD, circa 1980. I’d say that’s a mighty fine gift, Sophie.
Wonderful. So happy you are sharing these💜