Lineage can be very interesting. Everyone has a story, some great, some meh. This last weekend we were in Jasper for my Auntie Connie's celebration of life. She passed away back on Jan 29 of this year but her only son, my cousin Mike, is very cautious when it comes to Covid and waited till he felt it was "safe" enough for the family to get together. And what a get together it was. Fifty eight of us showed up from the family plus many local non-family friends and well wishers. Nice crowd, beautiful weather, it was quite touching.
I am still processing some of my emotions and thoughts from the weekend as it was a lot to take in all at once. Uncles, aunts, cousins, nephews, nieces, people I haven't seen since my Dad's celebration of life over 3 years ago. I made some really great connections this weekend that I hesitated to make before, mainly just because of the sheer size of my direct and extended family. It can be an overload, so many people, so many stories, so little time. But I did my best to go out of my comfort zone and just plain old fashion talk to people.
I feel different today. I feel more connected to my family than ever before. I don't know why I was so hesitant to connect with my relations in this way. In just the blink of an eye these people can be gone, poof, snap of the fingers, the end of their story. I find that terrifying. The finality, the inevitability of death.
But I digress because life is to be lived, not feared, shared, not hidden from. So if you see me in class or on the street or wherever, I want to hear your story, I want to know YOU because your story matters to me.
Thank you for reading this, I needed to share this because it really means something to me.
P.S. This was my Dad and the way he approached life
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