when a reunion is without photographs

I finally made it back to Massachusetts. I saw cousins from three generations. As I was sitting with them, I started to think as we are getting older, who wouldn't I see again? I have my own opinion of which I will keep to myself, but the opportunty to capture the moments was not appropriate. I was there for a funeral. One does not take pictures, let alone ask people to pose. So although I shared a trip down memory lane. I have nothing but the images in my head to take with me. The stories and the hugs and the smiles and the tears will forever be in my mind's eye. If you were there, and we spoke or laughed together, thank you. If we hugged it out and wept, thank you. These are the gifts of the last 24 hours. I will smile each time I recall the long day spent in Massachusetts. Love and Light!

that's The Brick Way!!