Something that will never go away is the love of your family
members. Sure there are fights, disagreements, and sometimes even raw uncut
hurt but somewhere in your heart you will always have a special love for them
(even if it is way down deep).
I found that in life I can always count on family for love
and support especially when everything seem to fall apart. They offer smiles,
laughs, and good conversation.
This past Sunday my family gathered together for lunch at
the home of a very close relative, my Aunt Trish. It was a simple time some
drank their beers and I drank my Sprite, they had their hamburgers and I had my
veggie-burger.
It dawned me as I sat in the corner of my aunt’s house that
we would all be nothing without family. I smiled when I saw the ketchup hanging
in the corner of my uncle’s mouth. Just beyond my uncles unattractive eating
skills were my cousins tossing grapes on the floor with joyous grins; while my
aunt’s and my grandma engaged in casual conversation about work stresses and
the madness of life. Of course my grandpa was just silently watching as usual
with a parma-grin on his face occasionally adding his funky little chuckle.
I realized that whether we our cutting up onions, talking
over drinks, laughing over spilled grapes, we are a family. Maybe this concept
seems natural to you but for me it is a reality that is slowly seeping in. I
was raised in Montana and thou I always knew my family loved me I never really
had a deep connection with then until I moved to Washington a year ago.
My aunt took me under her wing and she became my sub-mamma
and my uncle invited my to take photograph’s of the Combat Veterans
Association, a group he is involved with. He even gave me a fishing vest with
my biker name patch, ShutterBug, on it. It is beautiful really when your
blessed enough to have your family become your friends. I know that with every
graduation, death, birth, barbeque, we will always have each other.
I believe it is safe to say that Sunday was a darn good day!
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