My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

happened.

I did not call my mother. I did not call Claire. I did not call my father.

I called Aunt Renata.

Renata Voss Haber was my father’s older sister. She was seventy-one, retired from teaching high school English in Uniontown, and lived in Greensburg in a two-story colonial with a front garden she tended herself and a kitchen that always smelled continue reading …