Connect deeply to your family. And then to heal them, you must feed them.Beef / June 30, 2015
I am melancholy and philosophical today. We buried my cousin last week after a long, painful and noble battle with bone and breast cancer. She was only 67. And she was the true expression of family. And now we have to find a way to patch the hole she left behind.
The older I get the more I understand how vital it is we know where we came from. It is the only way to reconcile all the things we are with all the things we can be. Possibilities exist among the familiar, and home is carried with you during every decision you make.
Is your family perfect all the time? Of course not. They know you and they’re not afraid to call you out! That’s allowed because they were your fans before you knew what cheering meant. They were your advocates before you had a voice, and they are certainly your mirror when you need to see yourself clearly.
The paradox is that the cycle of life is most profoundly felt when someone very close to you passes on. Why? Because the sting of loss punctures more deeply, the celebration of birth is more miraculous, and separation becomes proof that we are meant to help each other to thrive. You are riding a swirling tide of maturity when you revisit your kin; floating ever higher in rank as you take your place among the senior generation. Bluntly faced with the prospect that someday you will also have to pass the baton. It reinforces our resolve to look ahead instead of focusing on what has already past.