What is it about family coming together after years of separation? Today it just happened to be for my aunt’s funeral.
I remember my aunt and think of all the elders that she is with now. Thinking about the few that are still here. I am blessed to be a part of my mom and my aunt who are here on this earthly plane and all my elders in spirit.
Loved ones in spirit. The elders. I see my father, my aunts, my uncles and my grandparents standing together talking about nothing in particular. It’s like they have all the time in the world. I guess they do. As my aunt joins them, she is ready to stop and rest, it took her awhile to get there. The elders in spirit just stay calm like they already knew she’d be here; I mean there.
Thinking about the funeral and even before the funeral, I recalled family memories. Today’s memories started with my aunt and radiated out from there. Memories that seem small lead to more memories from one to the next until I am surrounded by my entire family both in this world and the next. All those memories allow time to not really matter. Sort of like all the passed elders just standing together in comfort.
To see my cousins after such a long time felt comfortable with memories supporting us. The memories support our bond. Our elders are the bond, whether here or there in spirit. There was some talk about belief today. I open my heart and see a higher power. The memories, the bond passed from generation to generation. This is the tree.
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