At the memorial, I was able to meet friends of my grandma's that I had never met before. Including a former professor of humanities, who also started the Women's Studies at the college my brother graduated from. She and I talked for quite a while, about the war on women, how writing things helps during difficult times, and how to feel useful. It was awesome.
The funeral itself was really nice. A simple Lutheran funeral. I was able to meet some family that until now I had only "met" on Facebook. My extended family was also able to meet Tabrez. My aunt/godmother Sharon said she was so glad to see me so happy with him.
My grandma was cremated, and her ashes are to be put on her husband's grave, her daughter Glenda's grave, her son Bob's grave, and then eventually my dad's and Sharon's. Well dad will be cremated.
The next couple of nights I spent digging through boxes of old photos that we have in the basement.
It really got me thinking about family.
And my infertility.
Chances are I won't have kids. When I die, there won't be flowers with the "mom" ribbon attached. Tho Tabrez did say that he would find one that said "cat mom." Women tend to live long in our family so chances are I'd outlive any husband. So my brothers will have to go thru my stuff.
So it brought up the whole barren Sonja thing.
And it hurt.
I looked at all those old pictures, and a lot of them were of parents with kids. Moms and dads with their kids greatly outnumbered the aunts and uncles holding nieces and nephews. (Which of course will change if/when my brothers have kids. I will be in tons of pictures.)
Also, looking through those pictures made me realize that the definition of "family" was a changeable concept. Sometimes grandparents raised kids. Sometimes kids die before their parents. Sometimes newlyweds never had the chance to have kids. Sometimes pets are vital parts of the family. There were adoptions. There were family members who drifted away and lost touch.
Family is just...weird. But it works. Maybe not the way you originally expect, but somehow you make it work, and it does.
I was bummed out over the whole "I can't continue the line" thing, but you know what? Right now, my family is Alex, Tabrez, and Eli. They live with me. I take care of them, and they me. We are odd. Tabrez might hate me for not liking coffee. Eli and I might have greeted each other yesterday with a mock sword fight. I might have given Alex another bath today. But there is no shortage of love and smiles in this house. And that's what family is.
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