It is late. In a hotel room. We had a 7 hr drive today. Tomorrow is a funeral for my step-Grandfather. But really the step is a formality. He was my Grandfather for 27 years. That is not small change.
It is sad yes, but also joyous. He was 89 and lived a good life. He was kind and gentle and called me Lizzer. Little goat never got to meet him because either he or Papa Fran were too sick the few times we had him in town. I know he would have loved him.
But you know, in sad circumstances I get to see the family that is scattering to the winds. I get to see my aunts and uncles, and little goat gets to be properly spoiled by them. I get to see my cousins - to hear about the new baby, the upcoming wedding, the Bar exam. I get to see my sister before she moves from Michigan (sort of far away) to DC (really far away).
Little goat gets to see who and where we come from and he fits right in, a pea in this gene pod. He is one of us intrinsically and to see the family all together with my grandmother at the center, it makes me smile in my sadness and laugh into my beer.
Tomorrow we'll say goodbye to Papa Fran, but I remain blessed by this family of mine and I hope little goat realizes it too!