Yesterday the family laid my brother to rest. His ashes in my arms, my family and I walked him to his final resting place, shared memories, wept, and said goodbye. My Brother-The-Middle-Boy and I remained behind to stand by the graveside, and witness my brother’s burial, laid to rest beside our Father. I feel better knowing where he rests, and that he was placed there gently and with respect.
My Mom and sisters prepared a luncheon at my Sister-The-Youngest-Girl’s house, and there we gathered afterward. It was lovely, and it gave me the gift of peace. We are a diverse group of individuals, my immediate family, joined together by an enduring love for my dear departed brother, and for one another. There is beauty even in sad times.
Mom is doing well, it is very hard for her. She keeps busy taking care of the her “brood”, me, my sisters, my brothers, and the Grandchildren. She looked so beautiful yesterday.
My little brother at my Granny and Grandpa’s house in the 1970s. This is where we reunited last summer, when he was on vacation there, enjoying days of fishing out on the lake with a friend. He too loved my Granny and Grandpa, the house, and our memories. I am struck by how very fortunate I, and my siblings and cousins are, to belong to this very special special time and place, woven out of the wilderness by our Granny and Grandpa and our parents. My Brother-The-Youngest-Boy expressed the same sentiment at our luncheon, that we are very lucky to have had our Grandparent’s and their way of life in our lives.
A photo taken by my dear departed brother, in the 70s. He is standing just yards down the road from my Granny and Grandpa’s house, looking north. So many times my Granny took my brother and I for walks along this road! In the photo it is paved, but when we were small it was a gravel road, which would be oiled in the summer to keep the dust under control. Oh the joy of walking barefoot down that road, hot under the foot in the sunny spots, and oh so cool and smooth in the shade.
The farm house and barn in the distance belonged to my Great Grandfather and Great Grandmother, and that is where my Grandpa lived through much of his childhood. Later my Uncle Alec, a bachelor, would live there. We all loved to visit Uncle Alec, he was lively, sharp as a tack, and always smiling. My Brother-The-Youngest-Boy reminisced about gathering at Uncle Alec’s house to watch the hockey games in the 60s. Fellows would come from all around he said, to watch the game with Uncle Alec, who had one of the few television sets.
The heat wave continues, as does the drought. An unforgettable summer.
Date: 7:00 AM EDT Sunday 7 August 2016
Pressure: 101.2 kPa
Visibility: 24 km
Wind: WNW 9 km/h
“…the safest course is to do nothing against one’s conscience. With this secret, we can enjoy life and have no fear from death.”
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