Wiped out.
Yesterday, I went to a funeral for a dear family friend, along with my parents and my sister. It was a rough day. We saw old family friends we haven’t seen in close to 20 years. People who WERE like our family when Kim and I were little girls. People we called “auntie” and “uncle,” who we went on countless vacations with. And even after all those years, we were calling them auntie and uncle yesterday.
I heard so many stories shared, and it was so nice to see everyone sitting in the kitchen, laughing about old times, after we’d spent most of the morning crying over losing someone who was part of “the circle.” At one point, I heard my dad, “uncle,” and my sister telling a story at the dining room table, while my mom and two “aunts” were telling the SAME story in the kitchen, from another perspective. It was hysterical, especially when everyone realized it was the same story!
It’s weird to be a grownup. It’s weird to realize that even though I sometimes feel pretty young in my mind, I’m totally NOT. All of us kids are grown, with careers and husbands and lots of kids. All of the adults are old, and battling various ailments, and in some cases…dying. You just don’t realize how fast it all goes.
I wish I had more pictures.
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Laura, also known as LaLaGirl, is the mother of a teenager and two young sets of twins. She's happily married, loves living in Colorado, and writes almost daily about married life, raising multiples, and parenting a child with autism.
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