re: #41 Quoth the raven, Covfefe.

My mom and dad told me that his family was not allowed to come to the wedding because they disapproved of her. My dad’s mom bitterly regretted that decision to the end, and she was so glad that she got to make friends with my mom’s mom and to get to know my mom and pass on the family recipes. My dad’s dad was a stubbornly proud man, and as much as I am honored to be a son of the family, that is the one thing I hold against him.

Damn I can’t imagine.