*Today’s post is written by friend and frequent contributor Debra Dickey. Debra is like family to me! Thank you, Debra, for sticking by me all these years closer than a sister.*
Last evening, I had the rare and lovely opportunity to get together with my favorite great-aunt and one of my delightful cousins over dinner, combined with a wonderful two hour visit. Our conversation of course began with checking on everyone’s children, asking about their lives and their jobs, bragging over their one great-grandchild, all interspersed with comedic tales of my aunt’s recent surprise birthday card party.
We commiserated and laughed and recounted memories of times, family, and events past. We recalled fun visits at each other’s homes, vegetable canning stories, traveling up north together with the eight of us in one car–what a hoot!–and our recollections of that summer trip. We had an emotional conversation about two of the brothers of that generation being part of two wars, our losing one to his war, and the other coming home to live with a devastation that would plague him throughout his life.
We talked about the love that is very visible in our families, and the integrity that abounds within our heritage. We chuckled over early reputations that came from hard-scrabble upbringings and a rough living that made those good folks as we came to know them, who they were, and how those enigmatic layers added character and such great stories to our family tree, and how truly proud we are to be a part of this renowned family lineage.
We caught up on recent news being celebrated and current situations troubling us, and we ambled back in time with ‘dating’ stories and ‘movie star’ photographs that we love. As our thoughts understandably turned to our mutual appreciations regarding our families, time and distance just slipped away as if we were all standing at the same point in our lives if only for a moment. Extraordinary.
Our family can create these moments. Our family has history. People in our family take time to share these stories that we pass around. They remind us of the legacies that we connect with, the ancestries that we define ourselves with, and the shared roots that are the light of our heritance. Heirlooms of kinship.
As we ended our evening, we were reluctant to go — promising to do it again soon, but not quite knowing when soon may come.
I had such a wonderful time that I could hardly fall asleep. These are people of my heart and my soul, and getting to spend time with them is a bona fide adrenaline rush! Like all of us sharing the same skin for a while in an exquisite timepiece connection. Beautiful.
Fun times, fun people, fun family! All of which I always look forward to, and none of which I would trade for anything.