Families...

I was never raised with my relatives but every two years as a child we used to go to this small town in Canada and were both of my folks are from. My father was the youngest of his family and the only one with the exception to one that moved on.

 

 

Back in those days many people back then would stayed in one place. I have fond recollections of being dropped off with my father’s sister. She had only two daughters. They never had a son – and I stayed out at their farm. I was sort of looked as a son in some ways...

 

 

The two cousins of mine I came to know briefly, one was a very and the other had her ways if you know what I mean. But Kari was always nice and married and lives in a place called Brandon, Manitoba – I knew her well for two years but I always had my reservations with Dana whom went on to become a theologian for the United Church.

Margie my aunt always kept in contact with me – she really was the only Aunt that seemingly there was a very good connection with. She would call long distance to me wherever I was.

 

Unfortunately she passed away and there was a service for her. My father was always considered to be the first to pass on when he first had his cancer, but he still is alive and recently I had a talk with him and learned that he nor my mother were never informed nor invited to the funeral for my aunt and the one that really raised my father while he was a child.

 

 

Making and long story short, the rest of my father’s family have called him and apologized but not once has there been neither a card nor any communication from my Aunt’s daughters – I think that is a pity.

I know that families have their ways but within families there should always be some sort of respect. I know Kari well enough that she would have at least got on the phone and called my father but my cousin Dana apparently was the one that prepared everything and for one that is a minister it really amazes me that she of all people would have dishonored my father in such a way.

 

In speaking with my father he indicated to me that the best thing to do is just be silent and I had a call from one other cousin that was apologizing and concerned with regards to my this situation who’s name is Trevor. And Trev, is a good guy and I just told him my two cents and you can pick your friends but sometimes you really question how some people are.

 

When my aunt’s husband passed away back many years ago from a heart attack, my father went and stayed with his sister for a month to just ensure that she was all right till he helped her arrange for a place in town.

 

I know my father has been a bit down with all of this and I as well felt rather bad, as had a grand connection with my aunt. But my two cousins certainly did a dishonor to my family.

You can pick your friends but you can’t pick your family…it’s silly how some are. But I look on the brighter sides of things – and I just chalk it up to that I never really knew my to cousin yet I hope they never do call me.

 

Now and then things cross that line if you know what I mean. And this one did. I have known about it for a week now.

 

And you just chalk it up I guess to experience...