I spent Mother’s Day at the inlaws. I had not seen pop-inlaw in a while. He’s better but still fragile. Seeing Luther Vandross on Oprah last week was eerily familiar. I talked to my great-aunt. This was a bad week for her, falling twice and almost being accosted. She still casually mentions she’s working on her eulogy and wants me to deliver it. In spite of their tenous relationship I asked my grandmother to check on her more regularly.