MY FAMILY TREE

“I want that.”
“And that.”
“Oh and that too.” I heard myself saying to my Uncle as we Face timed on the phone this past month; and though I could hear a voice of reason whispering inside of my head, my heart was the voice that seemed to be speaking for me.

“You’re meshugana,” he kept saying, partially amused, but I could hear his own pragmatism speaking, my new voice of reason that once served as second fiddle to my Grandfather. My uncle had become my Grandfather’s replacement in his quest to redirect my need to hang on for dear life the last remnants…