by Dennis Augustine
Cecile prepared a beautiful, colorful brunch for her cousin Susan and her husband Steve, who made the drive from Alameda, CA., to our home in Los Gatos. When we say cousin, we mean “by affection”—a bond formed through decades of shared history dating back to Chicago.
This was our first time hosting them since moving to Rinconada Hills eight years ago. Conversation flowed easily—family stories, old memories, and loved ones who have come and gone but remain close in spirit.
After brunch, we walked around the lake as birds sang and a white egret appeared—especially meaningful since Steve carves egrets in wood at his family’s cabin in Canada.
We often say talk later, call later, see you later—forgetting that later isn’t promised.
Today, we’re grateful that later became today.
