Gone but not forgotten
Each summer my family — siblings and their families — get together in a town park back home in northern Iowa for a big potluck dinner and an afternoon of conversation. For many years we met at Christmastime but the family has outgrown most of the potential indoor spaces. Summer reunions can better handle all the many Huismans. In addition to the opportunity to see my siblings and their spouses, I enjoy seeing my nieces and nephews and their families. They are all great people. At each year’s reunion, however, an important someone is missing. My oldest nephew, Mark, died in a ...