On Sunday, my younger sister handed over Easter baskets to all of her sisters. They were adorable little wicker baskets filled with Godiva chocolate-covered almonds, Nerds (a long-standing family favorite), lollipops, Sweet Tarts, and a miniature picture frame.
When my sisters and I were little, my mother’s brother was the coolest uncle in all the land. Though it was years before I was born, when I think of him, I can still hear my eldest sister’s voice from a home video from the late 70s repeating “Uncle Freddie! Uncle Freddie!” nonstop. And to me, that’s how we all felt about him. We always wanted his attention, and he oftentimes gave it without a second thought.