My grandmother died a few months back, and while this was indeed a very sad day for all of us, she left on her own terms, and with her mind intact, facing the next adventure with grace and dignity.
What this sad event did is provide a focus for the entire Pierzchala clan to reconvene for the first time in more than a decade. Tomorrow, we will going to the ancestral heartland in the Crowsnest Pass to spread her ashes, and celebrate her life.
I am staying at my Aunt Heather's home, someone I haven't seen or spoken to in years. And tomorrow, I will see my aunts, uncles, cousins, second cousins, etc. and feel a part of the family that I had left behind.
I am sad that I couldn't bring the rest of my family with me, to feel a part of this larger family, and understand just how many people they are related to, this is very important to me.
These are my people. My clan. My tribe.
And it is good to be among them again.