So my brother was not always compelled to take care of himself financially (he got better with this as he grew up) and I used to joke with my parents that they were not to leave him to me in their will.
Here I am typing my Mom's will and I have been left my brother's remains, if they have not already been scattered upon my Mother's death.
The irony of that is a little sharp right now.
Monday, November 29, 2004
Life is irony
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