A funeral service, rekindled relationships, and 140 miles traveled.
The services for my uncle were short, reasonably well attended, and as he would have like them.
Many cousins and family members spoke of being closer than we’ve been. The older generations have thinned out and the regular occasions to attend funerals have put us “younger cousins” into each other’s awareness. It’s time to draw together and maybe get to know each other outside the sharing of funeral potatoes.
After all the good byes, it was time to fire up the bike and head back the 140 miles I traveled the day before. As all return trips go, it wasn’t as full of excitement as the original trip but it wasn’t so bad either. Bumper-to-bumper traffic did rear its ugly head, due to construction, but it passed soon enough.
It’s good to be home once again and back to my baby.