This weekend was a journey for us. We weren't sure about going, and then we knew that we had to. As it turns out, my brother and sister came to the same conclusion on their own. So we all gathered at Marilyn and Rich's house to love on our ailing Uncle Reuben.
While the circumstances were sad, it was amazing to see us all gathered around the long table outside. We were four generations of sisters, brothers and cousins enjoying a gorgeously warm summer evening-- eating together, swinging over the stream on a rope, sitting around the fire -- and talking about the love of family, the importance of transitions and of saying goodbye. It was good medicine.
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