The word family resides deeper within me than shared genetics. Multiple generations of my ancestors lived in the Southern Appalachian mountains and over the years migrated to nearby towns. As a result, I experienced the privilege of growing up surrounded by a pack of kinfolk. Both sets of grandparents, their two-dozen-plus brothers and sisters, my parents’ half dozen siblings, and a swarm of cousins lived within a few miles of each other. To say our lives revolved around family and we congregated often is an understatement. We ate, played, worshiped, traveled, and celebrated together regularly. The blessings of such closeness filled my head with cherished memories, my stomach with the best food east of the Mississippi River, and my heart with enough love to last a lifetime.
In the last few years, the word goodbye characterizes our family gatherings more and more. When said a final time in this world to people such an integral part of my life, a little piece of me goes with them. With all of them living a life full of love and service to others, the joy they brought to everyone helps ease the hurt of their passing. Since all of them knew their next home existed in Heaven, peace and comfort beyond many individuals’ understanding assure me of their eternity with God. Recently we gathered to celebrate the new home of my mother’s youngest sibling. While those of us remaining behind shed many tears, I suspect she gave him a big hug and smile like they always shared each time they saw each other.
Families like mine appear less often nowadays, but the ability to love and care for others extends beyond genetics. I need to remind myself of that fact every now and then. In what ways do you, your family, or community help each other?
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