Well, we’re off to our Aunts tomorrow for an early Thanksgiving Dinner. We haven’t seen, or spoken to any one on “that side” of the family (aside from our own Father), since our Grandfather passed away…2+ years ago . But, my Aunt called, we actually spoke for quite a while…She even made reference to, and apologized for the “big event” that caused the great divide. Truth be told, I don’t know what the hell she’s talking about. There have been so many “events” through the years, we’ve sort of learned to take it as par for the course. Normally, the only time we respond to the summons to gather ’round the table for a family affair is if our Father is up from Florida. That hasn’t happened, well in a little over 2 years, when our Grandfather passed away…
I am nervous. My only comfort is knowing she is too.
Sadistic, I know. It is what it is.
If nothing else, I believe she is sincere about wanting to be a whole as a family. Of course, that’s not something to be decided just between the two of us. Sure, she can host dinners, and I can strong arm , ahem – use my powers of persuasion, to get my siblings to attend (if said hosted dinners continue to be few and far between, for sure)…But, would that make us whole as a family?
Honestly, while yes – I could tell you of some really bizarre and horrific incidents that have transpired through the years (relax, I’m not 😉 )… that’s just not what I think of. We’ve tipped the scales at both ends, and the other end is what we’ve used as a compass in our lives.
Now if I can keep that in mind through dinner, we’ll be well on our way.
I do realize that because rift has gotten to be so vast between us all – it’s going to take some real work to get things back together again. It just does not come naturally for us to just pick up the phone and say “Hey, what’s up?” So I think for a while, I’m going to have to pencil it into my “to do” list over the weekends. Just to make it a point to contact somebody in the family, aside from those of us here in our rather comfy cozy world over here…I’ll even make it a point to invite my one Aunt at least to our Football Sunday gatherings – I mentioned it on the phone that we do this, and she actually said she’d like to join us one day. She reached out, the least I can do is make it a point to reach back.
Time will tell if this is the beginning of the mending, or just a nostalgic induced attempt.
Either way, I guess it’s a start of sorts.
(at least I know she can cook – it’s going to be a great meal.)