On top of everything else, last night I found out my Cousin Lee, whom I'd last spoken to in February, died on my birthday, March 19. I'd rather suspected that was coming, since he was 92, but I enjoyed talking to him on the phone several times a year. Last saw him at my 60th birthday in 2014. He'd been suffering a lot of pain and debility, as well as financially on the edge, and when he finally went it was like everything failed at once. He had a lot of local friends in Manhattan, many of whom didn't know each other.
Another friend tells me to cheer up, because if such ill events come in threes, that set -- Lee, Kathy, and Bob -- is now used up!
