The missing candy dish...part II

(This was written by my older cousin Robby.)

I tried posting the below to your blog, but don’t have a google account.

Reply to BLOG:

What my dear cousin has failed to state is that her older siblings and cousins (of course we use to beat her up) had grown attached to this candy dish and had spent countless hours "sneaking" that hard candy that we all remember. You know the kind, red with white stripes, stuck together, but oh so delicious. My young cousin didn't have teeth during these times, therefore couldn't truly enjoy this ritual such as us OLDER kids could. As a family, we gathered together for the first time in 20 years at our grandmother’s funeral. The 7 of us told stories, laughed, cried and remembered why family was important. Our parents stood and listened to our stories, my cousin’s giggles, and lies about a snake in one of there shirts and my oldest male cousins rant on how he had the "Bunny wagon". Cousin "C" proclaimed that she had the candy dish as she smiled her beautiful smile. All heads turned to her, anger filled eyes burned holes through her tiny body, her reply "WHAT?" God love her, so intelligent, but damn is she sneaky. We all left promising to keep in touch this time, just as many families do. Our Grandmother loved family and loved having ALL of us together; unfortunately it took her passing to make it happen once again. Cousin "C's" blog and the "dangling of the proverbial carrot" although mean and evil, has ensured that we will all keep in touch, and give each of us a place to gather as family, to "sneak a piece of grandmas candy". Good job cousin, thank you.