I now say, that's easy:
My father in March of 1969 of pancreatic cancer, followed by my grandfather, who was murdered in April of that year.
Several great aunts, an uncle I never met, and an uncle I liked a lot.
A niece.
Five dogs, a cat, two horses.
As far as non-living things go, you've basically got some hopes and dreams -- and my innocence.
That about does it.
--References available upon request.
