My sister emails her story to the rest of us.
Older brother, sixty something, chimes in with his tale.
They share with good humor and familial concern.
I have my own story to tell:
Waiting on the table, taking meds,
I finally asked my wife.
“Will they begin soon?”
“Are you kidding?
Pictured are two of my seven clean living siblings. No. No OTHER pictures will be shown.