I got to see my brother for the first time in a few years. We went out to our mom’s grave and I left some of her favorite cigarettes. Then we went back to his place. He gave me copies of many family documents–birth, death, and baptismal certificates, prayer cards, and probably the most interesting, the ship’s manifest showing foreign travelers when my great grand parents and their then four children (my grandmother would be born in Chicago) came to the US. Then he fed me a pretty good traditional, Polish, Easter diner. An excellent day.