Every time Gary and I leave the in-laws, Gary's Mom, Wilma, hugs us both. His Dad, Ken, hugs me and shakes Gary's hand.
Unbeknownst to everyone, THIS BREAKS WILMA'S HEART. Today, during a loud lunch conversation she randomly announced that ALL SHE WANTS BEFORE SHE DIES is to see HER HUSBAND hug HER ONLY SON just once.
"We don't hug. It's not our thing." Gary shot her down.
"GET UP AND HUG YOUR FATHER RIGHT NOW."
Gary's Dad got up, and Wilma took that chance to up the ante.
"AND WE HAVE THREE GENERATIONS OF S______ MEN HERE AND I WANT THEM ALL TO HUG AND I WANT A PHOTO."
So our nephew, Arhan-fay, got up too. "I'm a hugger," he volunteered to his Grandmother.
Gary did not hop right up immediately, and Wilma pleaded, "Who knows if we all will be together again?"
"That's right," Arhan-fay said quickly, "I could die right this minute. We all could."
Gary got up. "HUG HIM!" Wilma yelled.
I flashed back to when our niece and nephew were pre-schoolers. I protested, "NO! GROWNUPS DON'T FORCE CHILDREN TO HUG! NO TOUCH!"
Still, Gary and his Dad hugged, and Arhan-fay leaned up behind Gary and draped his arms around everyone, and the cameras flashed to document this historic event.