The Story Continues.

I had the coolest day yesterday.

I’ve been writing a bit over the past months about the loss of my mother in late March. The emotions, the loneliness, being in this club of motherless people suddenly that I don’t want to be in. But there comes a time when we all are forced to join…

We had our ups and downs, of course, but we were basically attached at the hip.

Last week, I wrote about my late grandfather and about reconciling after a some 20-something year estrangement from my Dad after my Mum’s loss. And what a wonderous experience it is. He’s coming here to spend time with me at the beach next week and I could not be more delighted.

He was also estranged from my aunt and uncle for quite some time. We were all estranged, basically. Strange and estranged!

I don’t know if it was my previous column about reconciliation that spurred it or not, but Dad and I spoke about it and yesterday he told me that he had called his sister, my Aunt Beth. Beth is something else. A firecracker, if you will. I was so very happy to learn that they had spoken. He gave me her number and I immediately called her. For the first time in forever. Beth lives alone now in Midland, Texas and came up with Laura (Welch) Bush and later George W, both of whom I have had experiences with. And we reminisced. I told her about W’s nickname for me (“Josi!”) and the time I took my then very young daughter to a White House Christmas party where children weren’t invited as my “date.” We spoke of her three adult children — my cousins, obviously — and the interesting things they are up to.

Then I asked after my Uncle Roy. “He’s doing great,” she said, looking up his number and reading it off to me. Beth and I talked for some time and once we hung up after I promised to go to Midland to see her soon (I am thinking of moving to Galveston so Im gonna do a Texas thing), I thought what the hell and dialed him. Uncle Roy is the gentle one, and his voice is such. It was nice to hear it again after all this time. We caught up about his two adult children as well and it was nice. I love my cousins, all of them. I know why my Dad and I had an issue, as silly as it was, but I don’t know why I carried it over to my Aunt and Uncle, and by extension my cousins, who have never been anything short of kind to me.

Youthful stubbornness, I suppose. Also, I’ve had a lot on my plate for a long time and get busy and tend to focus like a laser on my work.

But losing my Mother has changed all that. It makes one pretty philosophical. Of course, as an only child, there’s some money involved from the estate and such which is giving me a little room to breathe. And there is my beach here which gives me room to think. And there is the fact that I am in my mid-50’s and life has taught me many, many lessons. I’ve actually also been reading a lot of Native American writing, particularly about The Lakota, and it has transformed how I think about almost everything. I highly recommend taking in Native American wisdom. It soothes the soul.

So yeah, in addition to typical work all of that happened yesterday. “We are a family. It is time we started acting like one,” I wrote to all late last night. And I know we will. Brought together gently by my late Mum with the intervention of my stepmother. Bless them both.

So as I wrote before, don’t wait to reconcile with loved ones. Extend the olive branch. and if it is extended to you, take it. I spent nearly six months feeling entirely — and I mean entirely — alone, and it sucked. Balls. And now, all of a sudden, I feel surrounded with love and family.

And that, my friends, is the blessing of all blessings.

Love, C



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Veteran media / comms advisor & political strategist, producer, non-profit management pro, writer for a variety of publications. Beach dweller. Handful.