Cafe Hitch-hike

2012-05-17

The most important part

I am back at work and also home (Florida, that is). I couldn't wait to get back here. After the 4th day of being in Michigan, I was ready to come back home and live my regular life, just as I was when I decided to go back to school on the day my father died.

First of all, I am glad to say my trip back home was NOT the disaster I thought it would be.

Second, I am amazingly proud of how my family pulled together to support each other, especially my sisters and brother. We were there for each other and it gave us strength; we were also there for our mother, aunt, and uncles. My nieces and nephews also played a part; they are the coolest kids in the universe.

Third, we had one happy gathering after another. My sis Beads and bro Deebo live across the street from each other. She had a gathering at her place and Deebs had a cookout at his. My 5 younger siblings and I were together for the first time in ages!! Their kids and guys were also with us. Deebo's cookout included his housemates and some of their friends, and we all had a good time with each other.

Uncle Addie really couldn't decide on what he wanted to do with Grandpa or his funeral arrangements. Part of it was money (as I previously discussed in detail). The other part that became very clear was he couldn't let go.

Grandpa died on Saturday May 12 early in the morning. His heart stopped beating, so no one had to decide on life support. Addie couldn't decide what he wanted to do for a few days, but somehow found the means to have a funeral for him.

I could not stay for the funeral and neither could the relatives of mine (and my mom) who drove in from Texas. It will be held this Friday the 18th. However, I don't think it was a bad thing. I think the most important part of my going back home was to be with the family.

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