Our days were thrown into unpredictability by a sudden trip out east to lay my grandfather to rest. It was a sad time, but without the sting of regret. He had lived a long, full life and his death brought an end to a period of suffering. Gramma asked that the grandkids and great-grandkids serve as pallbearers. It was one of the most profound things I have ever done; we carried him on his last journey.
It was also a week of dozens of beautiful faces – relatives we haven’t seen for too long. Cousins with babies, the silliness of toddlers, uncles with booming voices, and women bearing trays of dainties.
Busy, full, travelling here and there, voices and stories. A week that has left us with very full minds.