I have an uncle who lives all alone in a small town in Eastern Idaho. And by small, I mean a population of fewer than 300 people.
He’s a reclusive man who would much rather spend time with his dogs and his birds (he’s a falconer) than people. In fact, up until this year, the two of us had probably spent fewer than ten total minutes in conversation together.

When it became apparent that my grandmother wasn’t going to be with us much longer, my uncle realized he needed to prepare and purchase a suit for her funeral.