This month, I want to talk about family.
citalopram 20 mg and alcohol In the past several months, I have been blessed with the opportunity to reconnect with far flung family. I traveled to Las Vegas in October, and visited with my Aunt, Uncle and their children and grandchildren. Right after that, I travelled to New York, and spent time with my mother’s other sibling’s family. And learned about our mutual family. My cousin and I spent evenings hunched over laptops, googling family names, trying to find records.
And blessed that I got a chance to visit this Aunt and Uncle, as they quite suddenly passed away within two weeks of each other earlier this year. This picture is one from their wedding.
At a recent family celebration, my father’s sister-in-law offered to forward to me some of the records of my Father’s family, his parents and grandparents. These are sparse, with details about birth dates, deaths, and children. One died in the Holocaust, in Holland. One lives in Israel. One in Paris. But enough clues to continue the hunt. I imagine these emails, or letters, starting, “Are you related to so-and-so? I believe she was the sister of his-name-is, and I am his granddaughter.”
And this week, I met more extended family. My maternal great grandmother’s first child married outside of the faith, and relations were strained between the family members. Somehow, over the past decade, the grandchildren have found each other. And some of the children of the grandchildren met each other for the first time on Friday. We were not a secret from each other. We had just never met.
But now we have. And it’s a blessing.
More stories to uncover. More connections to be made.