|Mom, Dad, me and my brother.|
I grew up in a tribe. The nucleus of my tribe was my father and mother and brother but it extended far beyond the four of us.
|Aunt Jean holding me at my christening. Aunt Helen looking on.|
One of the key tenets of this tribe has always been that no matter how far away our lives get from each other, we all show up to support in these moments. It is not questioned. It just is what our tribe did, what it always did. It was the way we were taught.
RIP Aunt Jean and Aunt Helen. May your memory be eternal.