Once again the women gathered. This past weekend my mother’s two sisters, their best friend, and several more of us gathered for dinner and laughs. There were four generations represented. The oldest in their mid-seventies and the youngest at eighteen months.
We ate dessert first. Then after dinner and a lot of talking and laughing, we donned Mardi Gras beads and crazy hats for our group photo. My aunt figures out something silly for us to put on each time for the pictures.
The littlest two girls loved the beads. They loaded all they could around their necks. Our baby girl finally dropped hers down to her ankles and kicked them off! Big sister’s pile must have weighed half as much as she did!
This is a new ritual for us. My mother’s youngest sister has been diagnoses with Alzheimer’s. One would have to pay attention to realize she is having problems. When we are all together, she laughs and visits right along with us. We will try to get as many laughs and hugs in as we can in the time each of us has left.
What else is there? Love. In the end, that is all that matters. In the end, it is what made us and what sustains us. He is Love. From His Love He created us. Through His Love He saves us. To His Love we will return.
To love and worship Him through Christ. To keep His commandments. To keep His command to love each other. When one really gets to the center of that concept, everything else is a natural outpouring of true love. It is hard to love others. To make our way to true love. It is risky and dangerous to extend the heart and mind to love. To love and be loved.
And so, Lord willing, the women will continue to gather. To love and be loved. To learn to love even more. To teach the little ones how to love and be loved. Just as our mother’s before us taught us to love. In their memory and honor we gather to sustain each other and grow another generation to love and sustain each other.
This was a great Monday. Work was great. The weekend past was great. Everything is great!
Makes me nervous. I keep my foot on the track to feel if a train is coming. I have lived for so long dealing with serious issues, I know no other way.
And anyway, a train is coming. A loved one has a devastating health diagnosis. We will have to pull together and help her and each other through the coming days. But, we, as a family, have one very critical strength. Humor. We have a sense of humor and laugh at the silliness of situations that arise from the very horrible things we face.
My mother’s visitation before her funeral sounded like a loud party. We laughed and talked as if she was sitting with us. She taught us to do that, as did her Mother. Laugh. Make a joke about something. Crying and wailing get you only a headache and puffy eyes.
Yes. Each of us cries privately and in small groups. But, you won’t find us all together moping and weeping. I remember us laughing at how pleased Mother would have been to know the size 12 dress fit that we bought to bury her in after she passed. My aunt and cousin shared how they got too tickled and laughing when my aunt couldn’t get my very ill cousin off the floor after she fell in the middle of the night. I can just see them wallowing like drunks and laughing trying to get her on her feet and back in her bed at the hospital. Humor. Why cry when you can laugh?
Laugh in the face of danger. Laugh at the silly little things. Laugh to keep the heart from bursting with pain. Laughter. His medicine. He promised a merry heart doeth good like a medicine. May we be blessed with laughter all the days to come.
P.S. He poked his head out the door while I was sitting on the porch. You are supposed to be orchiding, not watching videos…….acting like the boss of me….who does he think he is! He is the boss of me. Thank goodness. I need someone to take hold of my wild self and keep me in line. He needs me to make him laugh at all the silly little things that come out of my mouth. I am very good at making him laugh and shake his head many times just by laughing at myself. Good medicine for each other.