Is that all there is???

On December 30th my last Aunt passed over. At 4:40pm it became the end of an era. An entire generation was now gone. An entire generation that had included my father Robert Paul Hermann and his sisters Beverly Mae and LaVerne May. They have left my generation the next in line. We are now the oldest generation. The circle turns...

As a child I remember looking up with awe at my aunts and parents - they were so old and knew so much. But now that I am there I'm begining to believe that old is relative. Isn't that what we're supposed to say in situations like this?