In my home this week...
...We attended a memorial service for nephew Jason this weekend. It was a quiet, calm, peaceful service. Though it was a private service meant for close family and friends, the church was filled. Jason's likeability came across in the wide range of people who were there: Bikers, cops, business men and their wives, people who were very casual in dress and people who weren't. There were only a few tears. Oh he shall be missed! There is no doubt of that. But I think by the time the service came around, everyone of us, save his widow and mother, stepfather and brother were beyond that deep shock that shook us all and grateful...YES...Grateful we'd had the opportunity to know him, to be touched in our lives by him.
It's funny, too, how one views one's own family. My brother's ex-wife, his ex-girlfriend, ex-wife's new husband, step-children...Well family just sort of extends into a lot of areas in the end. Whether we mean to or not, we embrace people in our lives and when they move into a new life often we are still attached in some way. So Jason's family was part of ours, and Ashley's step dad and his mother, and Phoebe's children from a previous marriage are ours, as well. We were united through marriage and birth and death and say what we like, they are family and will be.