Return to the Burgburb

Went back for family reunion after an unusually long stay at home. It was a little odd without mom, the warm fuzzy feeling of seeing all the cousins has become a cold clammy duty dance. I think it's time to hang up the dancing shoes and admit that these folks are not my tribe at all.

It's Living Geneology. Every year we have to be reminded, by the keeper of the family tree, of how we are connected. For the most part, it's only from the prolific childbearing of generations long passed. The pre-meal presentation was replaced by a post meal recitation of who died in the last year. I'm done.

Returned home for 4 days, only to return again so that Youngblood could collect the car promised to him by my mom. He's on cloud 9 and fully mobile.

A new era has begun. Yeaaaaa.

Youngblood's Biggest Night So Far

In Memorium

My great uncle passed away today. He was the artist in the family. He was a delightful conversationalist, especially if you could get him to talk about his work.

One time, at family reunion, he told me that he never started a painting until he knew exactly what he was going to do. He liked to slop his paints around.

I will treasure his memory.

Gratitude

Oh God, thank you for the focus to complete the tasks before me and for the time to feel my loss. I miss her so deeply, every day. I want to call and ask her how to do something, to hear her bitch, I want her to see another baby and to tell me what to do with mine, again.

I need her now that I'm so close to the end of my twenty year project. I hope I learned enough. And I hope I don't put my eye out.

A Tribute to Mama

March 14, 1929 - October 1, 2007