This weekend I drove my mother and daughter to North Carolina for a funeral. It was my grandmother’s last living sibling, Ruth. My grandmother has advanced dementia so my mother and her sisters decided not to mention the death to her, but my mother wanted to go to the funeral to represent her mother and to see her cousins again. It was the first time in fifteen years for some, thirty for others.
We brought my 19 year old daughter along because over the years she heard many colorful stories but she had never met my extended southern family. I was a little concerned that she would be bored so it really blessed my heart when she said that she enjoyed herself. She said that she liked seeing how certain facial features and personality traits were shared among the family. I noticed one of the aunts that I grew up with in Michigan has the same voice as one of our cousins in North Carolina.
It was a pleasure to see my mother literally giddy surrounded by her cousins and laughing like a teenager, sharing stories at the table. It was very interesting to me to hear them tell the same stories my grandparents told me, with the same facts but from a different perspective. I digitally recorded the stories and took pictures of Granny’s Bible and their photo albums but most importantly made new memories with my mother and daughter and made new family ties.
The funeral was in Mocksville, NC but the burial was in Lenoir at Mountainview Baptist Church which is where both my great grandparents are buried.