My Grandpa's passing has brought back a lot.
It's brought back a lot of fantastic memories.
It's brought back a lot of memories of tough times.
It's brought back a lot of family members from across the U.S.
They're coming from Southern Indiana, Massachusetts, Ohio, Colorado, and Montana. They're arriving bit by bit, so basically every night has become another get together to welcome another aunt & uncle or cousins that come rolling in.
My mom's side of the family has 7 kids.
From those 7 (w/ 6 living spouses) kids there are 18 Grandkids (12 Married).
Those 18 Grandkids have produced 20 Great Grandkids.
So, lot's of relatives. Really, these relatives genuinely love each other. The fact is that several live within 1 mile of each other. There's a special heritage here. There's a long history of highs, lows, and all the in betweens, and there's great comfort as we pull together to remember, mourn, and celebrate.
I sit under the shade of a tree planted by the generations before me.