Very recently, I was the recipient of short home movies and photos from my brothers. They are my windows to their world, to their lives, to their happiness and laughter, amidst the fact that our mother is gone, and our father, the remaining pillar of our family, continues to advance in years and on to his date with his destiny; amidst the fact that one of my brothers continues to wage a difficult, uphill, draining battle against his disease. Even with my daily pleadings and prayers, a number of things are unstoppable.
For now, things are holding. Life goes on for them, and for us back here. The connections remain strong. These were forged from collective experiences, from many years of togetherness, from shared ancestry.
My nephews and nieces are all so beautiful. They're angels all. Life beckons to them and holds so much promise. They will probably know me only by name, through being mentioned in passing, or in some vague family tale. Whether they know about me or not is of no major significance. They are a part of me, and I wish them the best, and all the love and happiness this life can offer.
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