I just booked a visit to Denver to visit my brother and my three Colorado sons. It’s got me feeling excited and happy to see them all. On top of that (literally, almost), I get to visit my mountains. Ahh, the beauty!
My family of origin is spread out; one brother near me in California, the one in Denver I’ll be seeing, and my sister who lives in France. All are wonderful places to visit and all are wonderful people to spend time with. Aren’t I fortunate?!
Not all families are able to stay in touch or tolerate each other for very long. I recognize how very blessed I am to have a closeness with them. We all try to be decent people holding no ancient grudges. I took that fact for granted for a ling time, until I started to see familial dynamics which weren’t like mine. Perhaps having distance between us helps.
With my sons, it’s a little different. They have a different experience, so far. Time will provide the answers to whether or not they choose to be close to each other. We just never know, do we?
My Mom was a WWII war bride from Australia. She came to the US as a young wife, soon-to-be mother, long before it was feasible to communicate much beyond “aerograms”, the super thin blue one-piece letter and envelope made for airmail. It was such a different time! She missed her parents terribly, and missed out on the growing maturity of her brother and sister.
We grew up with the palpable sadness of missing family members. Maybe that was a contributing factor in my siblings and I having a closeness which distance hasn’t blurred. Whatever created it, I appreciate the sweetness of the fact of it.
Today, I am grateful for the family I grew up in, as well as the families we created. Big hugs to them all!
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