The dictionary defines reunion as an instance of two or more people coming together again after a period of separation; or a social gathering attended by members of a certain group of people who have not seen each other for some time.
I have just returned from such a gathering. Family from near and far journeyed to the green mountains of Vermont.
Twenty-seven members of my family on my mother’s side met for three days of family time. Stories were told, memories were shared, and many questions were asked and most answered as recall allowed.
Resemblances of features and personalities stood out. Ages were from 6 to 83. There were activities onsite, down the road a few miles, within walking distance, and some a short drive away.
Much of the time we just sat, talked, laughed and shared. It was quiet and boisterous joy.
I joined what a friend called the 76 years old club during this reunion. I definitely have my singular perspective of this time together, remembering the times and the family members who came before; and of the influence we may or may not see at each part of our life journey. This physical coming together gives a new depth to my perspective and I am renewed and I rejoice in it.
