I recently attended the funerals of two of my cousins. If your family is like mine, funerals, while devastating, are also family reunions. We exchange memories of childhood adventures, reflect on time spent with grandparents, take pictures, make promises to get together, say our goodbyes and wait until the next funeral to gather again.
After returning home I went through some old family photos and posted them on Facebook. This instigated lively debates in trying to decide who, where and when. I wish I had asked more questions while the older generation was still around. Hind sights twenty twenty, right?
As death begins to claim my peers it makes me aware that my generation is in charge of the history making now. I don't feel that old. Where has the time gone? Just yesterday I was raising a family and now I'm the family matriarch. I'm not sure how I feel about that title, but then the choice isn't mine, is it? As Scarlett O'Hara said, "I won't think about that today. I'll think about that tomorrow."
Today, I'm going to call my siblings, give my spouse a hug and count my blessings.
Have a nice day!!!