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.
