Family reunions. Funny name. Implies that one is reacquainting oneself with family. That may have been true for my daddy, but I had met 3 of the people there once, except for the people that came with me. It should have made me uncomfortable, being there with all those strangers, some of whom I would normally have not necessarily been drawn to. But there is a very strange thing, difficult to describe, that made me feel connected to those people. Being related by blood is a strong bond. I found myself looking at pictures of people I never had, and never would know, nodding my head, smiling, and all the while putting together the physical attributes and deciding who belonged to whom, and who was a spouse, etc. The funny thing was that the dominant attribute was the gorgeous laughing blue eyes, which my brother-in-law has, and he was picked out as a family member more than we were! He has been in the family for 25 years, so maybe there is some truth to the saying that the longer you live with someone, the more you look like them. I hope it's not always true, because my husband has a full beard...
The other funny thing was that all the family who was not there seemed to be represented nonetheless. So many of the 3rd cousins on various limbs of the family tree have strong resemblances. Maybe that's why I didn't feel so awkward there. And why I will go back next year if the opportunity arises.
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