Today was the funeral of my husband’s Aunt Lucille — a very traditional Lutheran service for a very traditional Lutheran lady. I am not a fan of open caskets, but I actually smiled today. One of her granddaughters thought her grandma wouldn’t look like herself unless she had a skein of yarn and a crochet hook in her hands, so that’s what they did. It was such a sweet touch and absolutely appropriate for Lucille.
At the luncheon afterwards in the church hall, all of the cousins visited and several of us expressed concern that we might not be seeing much of one another with all of the parent generation gone. After all, we’re scattered all over south and central Texas and we all lead busy lives, so…
But, wait! We were all there today, taking time off from work, travelling to this tiny country church, supporting our grieving family members. It mattered so we came. So…doesn’t it matter for those of us left to stay in touch, to visit, to talk, to celebrate life?? We’re still here and we matter to one another, don’t we? We certainly should. We are family!
We exchanged e-mail addresses and told one another we would figure this out. I hope we do. Life is precious, every day of it. Family is precious, every member of it. Memories are precious — we have many to share with one another — and many yet to make.
Too busy? I pray not.
