I went to Sunnyvale this weekend. My cousin’s ex-husband died last month and I went to support her for the wake. His name was David Price and he left two children behind. I had known him for 20+ years on and off. I didn’t hang out with my cousin constantly but when we did I hung out with him. It was a rocky time when their marriage split and he didn’t have any shyness calling me to talk about it. That was a doozy phone call, that first one. But it’s a hairy time in someone’s life when they realize the marriage is over. Now I can go one of two ways here, continue to talk about the wake or talk about when my marriages dissolved. Maybe a bit of both. There was a beautiful slide show that his daughter, Ellery put together. She had songs by Dylan, the Stones, and the Beatles paired with the pictures. I was surprised at how many pictures he had posed for over the years. I couldn’t help but think of my wake and thinking there’s no way they’ll come up with that m