As some of you know, the weekend plans to attend my nephew's baptism changed last week when my cousin Ryan passed away from a brain tumor. He'd outlived his 2-3 month prognosis and survived 18 months past the initial diagnosis. One of the many blessings throughout his journey. Being reunited with my extended, Upstate New York family was one of mine.
I flew to Syracuse on Wednesday night, arriving at my parents' house after midnight. The funeral was the next day, and the reception that followed took place at another cousin's restaurant, which was closed to the public for the night. As dusk fell, the sound system cranked, and Ryan's favorite band, Tragically Hip, blared through the speakers. Drinks flowed, lyrics were shouted, glasses were raised over and over, to Ryan. Perhaps not a traditional send-off, but one Ryan would have appreciated.
The next day, two of my sisters and I hung out, looking at old family photos and enjoying my nieces and nephews. On Saturday morning, my sister and her son, and my parents and I boarded a plane for New York City. The regularly scheduled weekend program kicked in, and we celebrated yet another sister's baby's baptism. (For those of you wondering, I am the oldest of five sisters. No brothers. Yep, estrogen and drama -- we have plenty of both in our family.)
The most excellent story line for fiction is playing out in one of my sister's real life. One day, I hope to write it. Now isn't the time, of course. Inner conflict is no laughing matter. But I took notes...just in case.
I arrived home at 1:30 Monday morning. Needless to say, I took a couple naps yesterday. Today, I'm trying to get back into the swing of things, but it seems no matter how hard I pump my arms and legs, I feel like I'm trudging through water. Leaning on caffeine to carry me through.
I'll leave you with a pic from the baptism of my beautiful sisters:
|Natasha (the christened baby's mama), Noelle, Nadine, Natalie, and me|
Have a wonderful day, all!