On Thursday 9 November I went to my Aunty’s funeral who passed away from cancer.
Me and My Aunty were not super close, but she was still a large part of my life when I was younger from all the holidays and family gatherings. She was an incredible and beautiful woman and the funeral and ceremony was beautiful and a peaceful goodbye.
The reason I’m writing this post, is because it made me think a lot about how we as humans celebrate life and how the term family comes into play.
I haven’t really got a super close tight family in one sense. We have family gatherings and I see most family often, but there are some I don’t see too much. But the funeral made me realise that although family may not be something you see that often, at times of need and want you all come together no matter the circumstance. There were people at that funeral I hadn’t seen for years and they still talk to you like it was yesterday they saw you and it makes me so lucky to have that many supportive people in my life.
Not only that but of course in times of death family do come together to celebrate the life that once was. I am incredibly proud of how my cousins and uncle were at the funeral, and how they strong they were for each other. I cannot begin to imagine what its like to go through losing a mother and wife but my support is with them.
Family, love them or hate them, they are stuck with you, and despite periods of not seeing some for months or even years, the love will remain and be stronger than ever.
Thanks for listening,