|A graveyard in Grignon, France. I took the picture on a trip to France in 2014.|
On this side of my family, my mother’s side, there were fourteen of us grandchildren. We all grew up on farms relatively close to each other. I knew all my cousins well, but because of the age differences between the older group, to which my cousin Don belonged, and the younger group where I fit in, we were often at different stages of life. I remember going to my older cousins’ weddings as a kid. As people grow up, have families of their own and move to different places, you lose touch.
When we moved to Manitoba in 1998, we started hanging out with Don and his family, since they’d moved here a few years previously. It was nice to have family close by. Though we were twelve years apart in age, that kind of gap was no longer an issue, and I really enjoyed his company and that of his wife’s. We got together as often as we could, the last time in November when my brother and sister-in-law came for a visit.
My brother and several of my cousins made the journey here for the funeral last Saturday. I hadn’t seen some of them since my mother’s funeral, more than two and half years ago. It’s not fun to only see your relatives at funerals.
I recently read that studies have concluded what makes people happiest with their lives is their connection to each other. It’s the ties you have to family and friends that makes life enjoyable. Not exactly a news flash, but now science proves it.
|Montjuic in Barcelona. Legend says this mountain was a Jewish burial site in medieval times.|
|Another grave in Grignon, France|
I guess my point is, don’t let your life get so busy you forget the really important things. And the important people.