Sisty and I went together to a Memorial service today. I drove as she is still recovering from foot surgery.
The person who died (age 65) was married to one of our cousins. Their relationship was troubled. She was accepted as a family member early on and that never changed. In particular, she was very close to one of our two surviving aunts. We wanted to be there in support of her two (adult) children and our aunt.
The venue was a private home in the foothills near the town of Morrison west of Denver. Perhaps 150 people were present.
Our cousin’s relatives, (the “White’s) were well represented but outnumbered by her relatives (the “Collins’). Lots of visiting, food and alcohol consumed, and reminisces were shared.
Sisty and I slipped away early. The excuse, and it is real, was our health. 85° temperatures at 8,200’ ASL can be taxing.
While enjoying seeing various cousins, their spouses, ex-spouses, etc. and catching up, the occasion itself depressed me, and I’m glad it is over.