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March 29th, 2013 marks the 2nd anniversary of the loss of the matriarch of our clan. Mary T. McSharry, or as she was more commonly known Aunt Sis, was the single most important woman to grace my life. In her youth she was the chief accountant for the Registry of Motor Vehicles and a former member of the Catholic Daughters of America, but it was the role she played in our family that she cherished the most. Throughout her 81 years she acted as aunt, friend, ally, care-giver, and many times mother to her 18 nieces and nephews. She was quick with a hug and ever present with a smile or a grin. She had more love and compassion in her pinkie than Mother Theresa and all the Popes that lived in Rome. She truly could take a nothing day and suddenly make it all seem worth while.

I can recall the many lessons she taught me throughout the years, most notably while driving. I can hear her voice now, “that rolling stop wouldn’t cut it with a DMV cop!” Another day after being cut off by a driver who proceeded to flip her off and berate her in the process, her response was to say that we should both say a prayer that he doesn’t get into an accident given his state of mind (Personally, I had other ideas for the guy). Looking back, I see now that while she was teaching me the rules of the road she was also imparting valuable life lessons.

1. Slow down and enjoy the ride.
2. Do your best to hold compassion and love in your heart for all God’s children.
3. All you are left with when you hold a grudge is a heart full of anger.

I have great faith (yes Sis, your prayers were answered, I found mine) that when the road rises up to meet me for the final time your eyes will be the first to greet me. May you also be the DMV inspector signing off on my license for Heaven!

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THE FOLLOWING BLOG DATES BACK TO OCTOBER 2012. The names really should be changed to protect the innoc, strike that, to protect me:

Family was in town last week. Needless to say, I will need 2-3 weeks recovery time and a plethora of legal and illegal drugs to fill the void created by their visit. It’s not that I don’t love my family because I do, but they are just so much more lovable at the therapist suggested distance of 3,142 miles away.

My father brings 74 years of kooky, a little bit of crazy, and a sizable dose of WTF to the picnic. Each visit provides me with a clearer understanding of the origin of my psychosis as well as the futility of continued treatment attempts. A great example of this wacky dynamic is the fact that I stole a wine opener from a hotel where we stayed up north. Why you ask? Because it’s very possible that all my openers could be destroyed in a senseless household fire. Then where would I be? Well I’ll tell you where… In the heat without a refreshing Malbec to quench my thirst!

There are few things less frightening than realizing that your father is actually your biological parent and not just someone you grew up living near and/or around. This weekend I saw the DNA strands clearer than the big reveal on a Jerry Springer “Who’s My Baby’s Daddy” episode. The realization that you’ve become your nemesis is never easy, luckily I can concentrate on that fear alone and not have to worry about how I will open my next Chianti.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve had glimpses of my true heritage in the past but chose wisely to ignore them. There was my personal war against Starbucks. Upon realizing that a grande latte in NYC cost $.31 more than the same drink in SF I vowed to never pay for sugar or any condiments while living in the NYC and affectively driving them out of business (surprisingly Starbucks won that battle). Another common trait or characteristic is the overwhelming desire to be at the airport at least if not more than 4.5 plus hours prior to any flight, though one would argue this is not a genetic marker but rather just good common sense.

I have a great deal more to say regarding this topic but it’s time for me to take my pills and besides ‘being up this late is FOOLISHNESS’! [‘being up this late is FOOLISHNESS’ – Neal E. Dolan circa June 1978 and Beyond.]

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