I’ve been thinking so much about Daddy lately.  It’s been 9 months since he passed – It’s hard to believe all this time without him.  As I think about how much I miss him, my thoughts turn to the depths of my anguish when we first lost him.  My heart was broken, my soul shaken.

I think about all the people that were there for me, many of whom I’ve already written about. But there is one group of extended family in particular who vividly come to mind when I remember Daddy’s funeral service. As my family led Daddy’s casket out of the church overwhelmed with sadness, I caught a glimpse of all of my Mom Julia’s brothers and sisters – Dennis, Phyllis, Janice, and David – by extension, my aunts and uncles.

Having gotten married so young, My Mom Julia’s family has been an extension of my family for over half my life. I grew up with them, and their kids. I’ll never forget the day I met all of them. I was still in high school – it was my junior year. That spring, I was invited to Dennis’ beach house for their Easter celebration.

I was greeted by this massive family. There were so many people it was difficult to keep up with names. I wasn’t used to being surrounded by so much family – but I loved it. They all made me feel instantly welcomed. And from that day on, the love and support I’ve felt from them has only grown.

So, at the funeral service, as I proceeded out of the church to bury my father, I looked up and saw my aunts and uncles there. That moment, my aching heart felt so much love.

Thank you, Uncle DD, Aunt Phyllis, Auntie, and Uncle Davey for your love, your support, and for being there for me on such a painful day. I’m truly grateful for all of you.