The celebration of family seems to mend those disconnected aspects of our existence. Seeing, hugging, and touching those that share the life’s blood that courses through the ventrical highway built by the love, sweat, tears, pain, struggle, and faith of enduring ancestors-makes every bit of the journey worth enduring.
During our time together we honored our dead by visiting the cemetery where they are buried. While there the family historian provided us with our family tree so that all of us could place names and faces with the branches associating who belonged to whom. It was powerful to REMEMBER. It was a blessing to see them all standing TOGETHER as one family from many different lines.
Our family broke bread, shared laughs and stories. The children ran and played with one another, many having just met on that faithful day for the first time ever. We shared our gifts in song, presentation and creation. The fellowship anchored those connected to the experience.