This weekend I was able to visit my family up in New York. We spent a lot of time remenescing about old memories, family long gone, and dreams of the future. Watching my nieces and nephews with my own kids really made me miss my childhood. Things were simpler when we were younger, but not necessarily better. All the changes I saw before my eyes in just one visit re-enforced my thoughts on how sacred life is.
Even spending time with my husbands family made me nastolgic. My husband and I were married at 18, we were high school sweethearts, so I’ve known his family for over 20 years as well. Watching his baby sisters grow up and going through his brother’s death were just as heart touching and breaking for me as it was for him. They are my family too.
We stopped by to visit my first born daughter, Alexandria, at the local cemetery. She’s buried with my husband’s grandparents and his brother, Stephen. Stephen suffered for 17 year’s as a quadrapeligic from a freak accident at 16. My kids were very close to Stephen, so the tears were inevitable, but we never forget those who touch our lives so deeply.
This weekend was a journey of reconnection. We reconnected with our families. We reconnected with those who are gone but not forgotten. We reconnected with each other.
Reconnection opens our eyes to life. Life is too short. Go out and reconnect with it. You will definitely find peace in one or two good memories worth sharing.