The Last of the Mohicans....

Anybody remember the 1992 film with Daniel Day-Lewis, "The Last of the Mohicans"? I've been thinking of that movie recently as it seems to be echoing a theme that Michelle (my wife) and I presently find oursleves in. I feel like we have become a sort of "last of..." - a remnant, a hold-out, perhaps even castaways of a sort. It is indeed the end of an era in my view. Michelle's brother and his family boarded a plane to Brazil on Wednesday and by doing so joined up with Michelle's entire immediate family. Only Michelle and I and our little daughter, Penelope, are left in Minnesota. The great equilibrium has forever been thrown off balance. As long as Michael and his family and Michelle and her family were here in Minnesota and Reesha and her family and Patricia and her family were in Brazil there seemed to be a great sense of cosmic balance (at least in my view). But now Michael joins his parents and his two other siblings (along with all the spouses and children) in Brazil and leaves Michelle and her family alone in Minnesota (almost 7000 miles apart).

I do especially feel sorrow for Michelle. Not to be overdramatic, but she really is the last of "her people"....as far as this side of the hemisphere is concerned.