SATURDAY, JUNE 25, 2011, Part 2
Mom reported on Ramona Signs’ wake.
Paul Signs was looking good. His eldest son, whom I’ve never met and is now in his 60’s (and who’s name I do not know), from his first marriage, was there, as were all the kids he had with Ramona. I regret not going to the wake with Mom, but I’m glad I was able to finish touching up the dragon on the front of the cabin. I feel like I’m communing with Dad from beyond the grave somehow. I feel that I’m preserving his artistic legacy, memorializing him.Mom told me that Paul reminisced about the incident where I accidentally broke one of the Signs kid’s shoulder while rough-housing. I would play “Cannonball” (I would lie on my back, have them sit on my raised feet, at try to launch them as far as I could) or I would hold onto their outstretched arms, spin them around until their feet left the ground and let them fly. Dad set the boy’s shoulder (I don’t remember his name either) and Paul took the kid to the doctor the following day. I don’t recall ever rough-housing with the Signs kids after that. It was sad; we all really enjoyed it.
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