My family. Oh my family. How I love them dearly. It doesn’t matter near or far. Through happiness and sorrow. Through sickness and health. I know we will be “there for eachother”.
We suffered a loss this week, although a life well lived at 93, it’s still a loss. My heart is sad for my cousins, for my family. And now whenever I drink orange soda, eat split pea soup, have a lollipop or eat cracker jacks, my heart will remember someone I love.
With over 50 first and second cousins, I thank my Aunts, Uncles and older Cousins for always reiterating the importance of family, because whether I see my family every five years, once a year, or every day, I know that this family will always be bonded, by strength, by unity, by love. It doesn’t matter if I never see my family,I’ll always support and honor them, because they are my family, my blood.
When I see my children interact with the older cousins, making memories, carving their way into the family, it takes me back to the times I had with my cousins, how I worshipped them, followed them around like a puppy dog, wanting to be just like them. It makes my heart sing. It makes me smile as I see my children doing the same thing.
I’m proud of my family, my entire family, the young, old, and all in-between, throw thick and thin, we’ve been there for each other, and will continue to do so.
I love you, La Ma Famiglia!