go hug somebody today
I didn’t mean to be gone so long. It just sort of happened. Sometimes life just happens and you don’t have time to write about it.
Then sometimes death happens and you don’t know how to write about it.
One of my uncles died on Friday. It wasn’t really unexpected, and in many ways it wasn’t as sad as I thought it would be. Not to say there wasn’t sadness or tears, but there was also that sense of relief when pain is at an end.
The wake and funeral gave me an opportunity to hug cousins that I haven’t seen in more years than I care to count. Those hugs mattered. To them and to me.
It also gave me the opportunity to have a little extra bonding time with my sisters and parents on the long drive to Northern Maine. Oy. Laughter is pretty healing you know, and we’re pretty good at it.
This whole weekend was a reminder how important family is and I’m incredibly fortunate to have so much family in my life.
Who do you wish you could hug one more time?
I wish I could hug my Memere. She passed away 28 years ago yesterday. I was nine, and I just didn’t get to hug her enough. If you still have a grandparent in your life, could you go hug’em for me?
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