Sure, there have been some fun things in there. My husband was promoted at work, and is now a Captain. At work. His rank at home hasn't changed, nor will I salute or call him "Captain" within these walls. Said promotion has also meant a schedule adjustment for the both of us, as we have never both been a 40 hours schedule since we've been married. So far, it's going alright? I guess?. At least I think it is. I'm slowly getting used to him
A few weeks ago, Adam and I escaped to my happy place up north for 4 days of sanity. The place isn't the same without Grams and Gramps there, but it will always be the place my heart finds peace and my mind settles. If we could own property up there tomorrow, I wouldn't think twice. As it's not in the cards right now, we just go when we can, which isn't a lot. That just makes me appreciate it more when we do get there.
The past 2 weeks have been a bit tougher. On the 29th of last month, we lost my Uncle Len after an 18 month battle with cancer. I took the news with mixed feelings. Sad, of course that he was gone but happy that he wasn't suffering, especially since the past 4 months have been extremely hard on him and my aunt.
Funeral home visits are never easy. Period. This one was a bit harder given the fact that my entire family was affected as Uncle Len was both on my dad's side of the family and my mom's side.
Go ahead. Read it again. I'll wait.
Ok. I know that many of you are wondering if my family tree branches. I assure you that it does. This couple in particular, my dearest Aunt Eve and Uncle Len, just happen to have woven the 2 families together before my parents did. Rather than have you try and figure it out, I'll explain:
First, you have my dad. His mom, my beloved Grams was one of several children, and Uncle Len was her youngest brother.
Then, there's my mom, and Aunt Evie is her oldest sister.
Youngest brother + Oldest sister = Aunt Eve and Uncle Len.
So, my uncle Len is at the same time a brother-in-law and an uncle to my parents, and an uncle and great uncle to me. I know. It's confusing, but trust me that there is nothing devious about it. If you don't get it, it's fine. I was well into high school before I figured out how that particular union worked. I just spent most of my life thinking that we loved them more than my other aunts and uncles because they were at EVERY family celebration and holiday.
While sitting at the funeral home, I started thinking about how someone's passing really affects a family. I mean, aside from the obvious and that person not being physically present any longer. (I'm not even going to dip a toe into the metaphysical and spiritual happenings that I believe linger after a physical form is gone. Suffice it to say that I'm fully on board with the whole "just because you can't see them doesn't mean they're not here" realm of thinking.)
I've talked about traditions before, and I will admit that I'm not one to take change easily. With each passing family member, things have changed in regards to the way holidays are celebrated. How conversations will inevitably go. Things that you recall from your childhood will not be repeated and your heart has to come to terms with what your brain already knows. Uncle Len's sister, my great Aunt Lil has been gone for close to 10 years now, and I still miss stopping by her house on Christmas Eve before heading to my Grandma B's. Of course, both Grandma and Grandpa B are gone as well, so there's no going to their house either. I'm not sure either of the residents of either house would be happy if we barged in on Christmas Eve (even if it was to just tell the inhabitants of the Inkster road house that the damn Christmas tree does NOT belong in the window!!). But, I digress.
While I'm feeling the hit, I know my brother, husband, cousins, uncles and dad are having a hard time adjusting to Uncle Len not being here. He was a general contractor and taught my brother and my husband pretty much everything they know. Unc was the foreman on most jobs, the biggest being my brother's complete demolition and rebuild of his home a decade ago. In fact, the guys had to do their first job with out Unc this weekend when they put a new roof on Aunt La's house. I'm willing to bet that stepping on that roof without hearing "well, are you ladies going to work today or just stand around?" was a bit harder than normal.
I know I'm rambling. I just needed to write. I promise to be back and be more entertaining in the future. (tomorrow's Friday. I was recently called out for my lack of Friday posts, and was even guilted into the fact that "it's only once a week, can you at least give us that??" )
Until then, blogstalkers (if there are any of you left, I can't see past the cobwebs on this site...)