Last Sunday, J's uncle passed away. I was not particularly close to him. I have never had conversations longer than a couple of minutes with him due to our language barrier. But he always had a big, genuine smile on his face whenever I greeted him. I could tell that he was proud of J on our wedding day, and that he liked and respected me as a person (the feelings were mutual). Isn't that the best that you can hope for with a person you don't see often, with whom you can barely communicate? With his wake and funeral taking place this weekend, blogging will undoubtedly be light. Mother's Day will be subdued as well. J and I will take Claire to my parent's...