My birth parents were killed in a tragic accident when I was only one. My father’s sister Irene and her husband Jimmie took me in (they didn’t bother with the adoption thing) as their own. Just over a year later, Uncle Jimmie died at Omaha Beach. It made him some sort of local hero and aunt Irene never remarried. We lived in a small town outside a larger Midwest “city” where aunt Irene worked in an accounting firm. During the days when I was small, I spent my time at my grandparents house and
