I saw a friend recently who asked about my relationship with Sam. She never met him, just read about him here: "He seems like a really neat guy. Reminds me of Tuesdays with Morrie." Sam would be so pleased. :-) He read the book right after he moved into the nursing home (2001), and shared it with as many people as he could. Sam was my uncle: chosen family, not blood. We had a hell of a connection, he and I. He met my dad while the two were in college, was at my parent's wedding, knew me as a child. When my parents moved us from the northeast to Colorado when I was 3 1/2, we would see Sam once or twice a year when he came to visit family (apparently sneaking in a visit with us in Denver before heading to their neck of the woods).
