I’ve been out of pocket the last several weeks, as I traveled with our five-month-old to California for my grandmother’s memorial service.
It was an extraordinarily beautiful weekend. Knowing all their chicks were returning, my parents rented a house to fit all of us. They wanted us to be together.
My family has begun a tradition that I hope continues for generations to come: when folks come for a funeral, we also host a dinner for extended family and close friends to come share a meal and stories of the loved one who has passed away.