My parents would argue, and when I asked my dad once why he and mom wouldn’t just split up and get it over with, his answer was that when he was young, his father left him. That was so awful for him, he made himself a promise to never do that to his own kids, if he had children some day. So he was going to keep that promise, the vow,- that was one thing he was going to be sure to keep.
It’s the time of year again, gatherings with family and friends come in successive weeks. My dad would sit quietly for many of our gatherings in his later years, and observe like someone going to an art gallery and admiring the greatest works of all time. The noise of being all together was a great symphony, and he would take it in until his conclusion to each gathering, his solo in the performance, when he would issue his ritual decree, “family is where it’s at”.
We have played our part to keep the gatherings going, to live out the sacred text passed to us. Our coming together again allows for the chance that the wobble in each of us can be corrected by the gathering of all of us. However much we may agree or disagree, at each marker to have the people you love continue with you on your voyage is affirmation of your love, and a microcosm of assurance that peace and joy are possible, and in those moments, tangible. Thanks Dad. Thanks, noisy, busy, beautiful friends and family, and Kristin, my partner in these many gatherings, and all that is between.