Editor's Note
No more new posts here until Friday. Quick trip to Philadelphia for the funeral of my maternal grandmother, Lois, who died a few days ago at age 96 with several family members including two great-grandchildren at here side as she passed on to be with God and her husband, Howard, who died a quarter-century ago. My other grandmother died a few years ago at age 99, having outlived her husband, William, by about forty years. I'm named after both men - William Howard Hobbs - though I never met William. He died before I was born. God blessed us with my grandmothers' long lives, offsetting the short time our family had with their husbands as our fathers, grandfathers and great-grandfathers.

I'll see relatives tomorrow that I have not seen in years. Why is it the biggest family reunions tend to occur at funerals?