So....

Whelp, we're up to 11 now. 

Since last September the following people I know have died: 

- My cousins' grandmother (through their mother, not their father, who is my uncle)

- One of the first Puntabupeeps I ever met in real life...and who, for a time, was an extremely close friend of mine. 

- The brother of another Puntabupeep.

- The First US President I ever supported, even though I wasn't old enough to vote yet. 

- Out dog groomer, when we had dogs.

- The Father of one of my closest friends in high school. 

- My boss at one of my first jobs. 

- Another Puntabupeep who was only in his 40s.

- The mayor of our town who I knew who was also the father of a girl I went to school with.

- The grandmother of one of my closet friends 38 years ago, and back then he and I hung out at her house every Sunday night when she made a big meal for the whole family.  She was an incredible person.

And then just Saturday, my mom's cousin died.  She had been in the hospital for several weeks and had been in failing health.  She was 79.  But when I was kid in the 70s, we spent at least one weekend a month, if not two, either at their house, or they'd come to ours.  I'd play with their kids, and mom, dad, he cousin and her husband would play cards, or watch TV or just "visit" (ie sit around talking all night). 

I know she had been suffering so at least she's not doing that anymore.  But still...11 in 1 year.  It looks like we'll have to have one more before the end of September to get an even 12 in 12 montsh!

Scary proposition that. 

POLT