I awoke at ten today. Typically, this would be very early. Today it was very late.
Shalome had a plane to catch and I had a wedding to attend. The good news is that awaking two hours late made any sort of sentimental goodbye impossible. We just ran about the house swearing and grabbing things until we ran out the door. I recommend this to anyone.
And then she was gone and I was on the GO TRAIN.
Before I knew it, I had arrived at my Nan’s house to meet the small portion of my family that I actually know and occasionally speak to. I’ve never been very good with the whole family thing. I don’t know why.
I can’t be the only person who has such difficulty keeping active relationships with their blood — though my sister, who I haven’t seen for two years, certainly makes it seem that way — and I have the same difficulty with friends. Co-workers aside, I only see the people I like every two months or so.
This is something I often resolve to change but never quite get around to. And you know what? One day I’ll wake up and all these people will be dead. .
But today wasn’t a day to think about my family dying. (Tuesday is the day for that.) Today was a day to celebrate one of them, who I haven’t seen in years, marrying a fellow I once met. It was a happy day.
