IYCA is a family
It’s been a while since I trekked up to the Great White North and visited my
childhood friends and family.
Too long in fact.
It’s very easy to get sidetracked by the great standard excuse of "busy with
Too easy in fact.
My family means the world to me and I admit to feeling overwhelmed at the
thought of seeing everyone again.
My oldest brother, Al, turned 50 earlier this year. Can’t wait to give him all
kinds of grief about that!
My other brother, Mike, is doing quite well, but given all the childhood
"beatings" he gave me, I intend to cook up something good to razz him
about as well!
My parents are both in great health and spirits.
My Irish Mom is feisty as ever and will most assuredly have a few choice
words for her baby boy considering he hasn’t been home for nearly two years.
My Dad, always the patriarch and calming influence over my family, is doing
absolutely great for a man of 80+ years and will almost certainly want to spend
some time with me showing me around his precious backyard garden.
Family is important.
But family comes in all shapes and sizes.
Truly and very sincerely, I consider my IYCA Family as an important an influence
in my life as I do my biological kin.