I hate receiving sad news, especially when it involves my family.
Thinking that I would get to bed at a respectable hour, I would glance at Facebook one last time and head to bed.
Yeah, well, things are not always as you plan.
Before me was the post from my cousin, Laurie. Her father, my uncle, had passed away that afternoon. I sat there, staring at the screen, kinda numb. Levern was 92 and had lived a full life, but that didn’t make it any easier. I last talked to my uncle one year ago when we had buried his wife, Wava. He was still sharp as a tack, and memories flooded back to me of spending so much time at their house in the summer when I was young. My cousin Kelly would be up from Arizona during those summers and stay with them, so I was a constant presence at their house.
With the passing of my uncle, my father is the last surviving member of the family. True, the lineage of the family still lives on through us kids and our kids, but its history tends to get lost as more years pass by.
Last summer one of my cousins sent me this picture. This is my dads family, I would guess circa mid-1940’s. My dad is the youngest (front row, 2nd from left), and I’m guessing that Levern is top, far right (family, please correct me on this if I am wrong). I love looking at this photo because it shows what my grandfather looked like (whom I’d never met, since he passed away before I was born). It also shows some of my history. A rather large family that had a successful diary farm (still run by my cousin Jim) and you can truly see that they are a happy. (Trust me on this.)
So, I will be making the long trip down to my hometown to pay my respects to this wonderful man, and connect once again with my family that I do not see very often.
And I know that this will also be a time of smiles and tears as we reflect on his life (and ours) and how time passes way to quickly and the only times we seem to see each other is at funerals.
And then we will part ways and go on with the lives that we have chosen for ourselves. But each time we do so, brings about a change, knowing that another member of the family has left us. But as my mom taught me many years ago, this is all part of life and we must accept it (she was such a wise woman). And I remember those words not just at times like this, but every time I hit a bump in the road where I am forced to face something not quite to my liking.
I’m sorry if this post is turning out to be a total bummerfest. That was not my intention.
I guess I simply needed to share.