Today I attended my Godmother's father's funeral. I'm not quiet sure how to say that without it all being a mouthful. But anyway...this family's history is so closely intertwined with my family that sometimes it's hard to remember what happened to who when - was that their family that happened to or ours? Somewhere over the years we all just kind of lost touch. Some of us moved from the old neighborhood, and some of stayed, others moved along.
My Godmother and Mom have been best friends since high school. The met their (ex) husbands together, they were in each other's weddings, they were there for each other when their husbands turned out to be the scum of the earth, and they were single mom's together. My first and clearest memories are with my God sister. My grandmother and I were reminiscing today on Tammy & I being in daycare together and my grandparents picking me up to go on a camping trip and Tammy crying because she wanted to go too, so they took her. No cell phone to call and tell her Mom that she was gone for the weekend, just a note with the teacher that Sandrine's grandparents had taken her camping with them. (That could never happen now!) She has been the closest thing that I have ever known to a sister.
Life being life has thrown us many curve balls and we have journeyed down very different paths and have lost contact along the way. Today at her grandfather's funeral my heart was sad for the loss, he was a great man, who always made me laugh and made me feel loved. But in addition to that sadness there was also a sense of peace, one because I know I will see him again in heaven, but also because it felt like I was coming home. Faces I hadn't seen in years, memories racing to the forefront of my brain. Life was good with these folks. They know the beginnings of Sandrine. They still see my potential, regardless of where life has taken me, and they believe that the world is still mine for the taking.
Today was a sad day. We said goodbye to Papa.
Today was a happy day. Sandrine came home to her family.
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First, my condolences on the loss of your loved one. To lose someone who loved you and loved like that, is heartbreaking.
Secondly, I'm glad I'm along for your ride called Life. I can't wait to see where you go for I know it will be great.
it's great to see old faces, but not in that circumstance. sorry you lost him. i wish family and friends got together more often instead of waiting for someone to either get married or die. why not just a "just for the heck of it" party?
i'm going to throw one.
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