"This is part of what a family is about, not just love.
It's knowing that your family will be there watching out
for you. Nothing else will give you that. Not money.
Not fame. Not work."
- Mitch Albom
As the weather starts to become a little chillier and the leaves are falling to the ground I am reminded that the Holidays are coming. I welcome this season because I absolutely love to gather in with my family. I adore my adult children, I love my siblings.
My siblings will be busy with their immediate families and I with mine. We will gather in semi-quietly, unremarkable to a breakfast at a Coney Island in our small town in Michigan. We do it every month and have been for years.
It started out as a way to get together to spend time with Mom and Dad. Mom would join us for breakfast and then we would go over to their house and repair things that needed it because the parents were getting older and the arthritic knees and hands did not work so well. We washed windows, repaired leaky toilets, checked the sump pump, side by side all of us siblings, all seasons.
We would take Dad out to lunch, Mom would come too. Our gatherings became more sacred as we watched life fade from our parents together. We all had our own stories but we had similar rhythms .
Dad died in 2007 and Mom followed in 2008. My siblings and I gathered in to sell the house and settle the estate, it, it was so very bittersweet.
Five of the six of us still gather in every month. Sometimes travel, or other circumstances like awful snow storms in the winter prevent us from seeing each other, we do not sweat it, we know next month we will do it again.
The brother that lives far away, well I play Art with Friends with him every day. I feel very close to him though we rarely speak. There is a strong familiarity in his drawings, and his art. (Oh and we just passed 1003!)
I am grateful to have been born in to this family, grateful for our simple gatherings.
What are you grateful for?