This weekend we scatter my sister's ashes. The plans are piling up like snow.
Tomorrow my brother-in-law and niece arrive. My nephew and his wife and daughter arrive in the middle of the night, my eldest sister on Friday.
My nephew Johnson and I are making Saturday's meal. We have Friday pencilled in as a marathon cooking session. He is a chef by trade and I love to cook, so this is a labor of love and of keeping our mind off things.
I talked to my brother, who had moved heaven and earth to get access to the private beach where my sister wanted to be scattered. It's a long story, but we grew up there and now it is locked and gated and Not Open to the Public or anyone else. Without his calling and working miracles, we would have had some major trespassing to do.
I told him I wanted to be at the ashes scattering but I also wanted to be home at my folks' house so they wouldn't have to do any prep for the afternoon gathering.
He said "No matter what, I'll make it so you can do what you want to do. You just tell me what you need."
I could hear in his voice that he had Much Love. That he knew how important this all is to me, that he wanted so much to make it right.
My heart busted open. I have such a fine, decent family that they humble me. How did I get so lucky?
They're not a demonstrative bunch but they know how to do right, and that's what counts. As A Course in Miracles says "Everyone teaches, and teaches all the time."
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