Saturday, November 25, 2017
Reed was such a sweet man. He was generous of heart and spirit. I loved watching him with Jeff and Rick at dinners we shared. The three brothers had a way of communicating memories or feelings in one or two words-a language of their own. I had no idea what they were talking about, but they did, and that's what counts. Whatever the memory, there were one or two words and then they all laughed. So sweet to observe this bond.
My favorite memory was our family reunion in Vegas. It was around 5 am and rebel that I am, I snuck out to the slot machines with a cup of coffee. Who did I run into but my brother-in-law, Reed. He was at a slot machine too. Only he had never gone to sleep while I was just waking up. It was our secret, and I discovered Reed and I were surely kindred spirit rebels. Best of all, he hit for some decent money!
