“The old lady” hates to confess that she is depressed. (Hense the tiny print.) Not a single word from my children and grandchildren acknowledging my birthday. It grieves me to the marrow of my bones that I am a “reject.” My eternal thanks to God, my Heavenly Father, for friends who phoned to say “Happy Birthday,” and friends in the RV Park who baked cupcakes and sang “Happy Birthday.” I’m grateful for a hobby that allows me to connect with “family” (albeit extended family). Correspondence, yesterday, with a new-found “cousin.”

Really, really “extended family.”
 
 
 
 
The new-found relative and I share the same given name (spelled the same way). A pleasant “first.”