A reader is torn between attending a final dinner with his uncle, who has terminal cancer, and supporting his father, who wasn’t invited because of an old grudge. By Philip Galanes My father’s brother ...

(RNS) — I am having breakfast with my Aunt Sylvia. She is 92 years old and as sharp as ever. She is a political junkie and activist. I still remember how, when I was a teenager, she became friendly ...