Monday, May 20, 2019
Today, I went to the Inurnment Service for my Aunt. She was my Dad's youngest sister. My Dad had 3 sisters. The one closest to him in age died when she was only 10 years old of a burst appendix. The doctors couldn't save her. The sister we buried today lived in North Dakota most of her life. She was divorced when her children were young, but went to night school and became a nurse. She never remarried. My Grandfather and Grandmother are buried in my home town, as is the sister who died at age 10. My Aunt is buried next to her sister and shares a headstone with her. My Dad's older sister died 3 years ago and is buried with her husband in a military cemetery. My father's family is now gone and my generation is the next in line to carry on the memories.
Today, I was with cousins from 4 different states. We had all been together when we were growing up as my Grandfather and Grandmother had a summer home in my hometown. The North Dakota cousins would come for the summer as would the Illinois and Minnesota cousins. We were living there and anxiously waiting for them to come for the summer. We were all close in age and had MANY adventures. Today, we met as a much larger group with our own kids and Grand-kids joining us. It was as if time melted away and it wasn't long before we were transformed into kids again and "remembering when."
Family is a connection that can't be replicated. It is a feeling of security and belonging and like interests and deep caring about each other. This was a sad day, but it was also a rejoining of kindred spirits who still care very much about each other.