Our family, and perhaps much of the folks in our place, have that very close family and extended kinship ties. We still know our cousins up to that we might call “fourth cousins,” fourth degree of consanguinity!
(Memory and Tongue twisters: 1st cousins are my parent’s niece and nephews on their brothers and sisters. 2nd cousins are the offsprings of my parent’s first cousins.
3rd cousins are the children of my parent’s second cousins. 4th cousins are my what? And so on, and so forth.)
During gatherings, we have to “Bless” all our aunts and uncles and grandparents. “Bless” is a custom when we take the right hand of an elder and touch it on our forehead. An undying tradition in our place as a way of respect and recognition.
And since many of us stayed put in the town, maybe for life, we’re stuck with a lot of relatives here. Some who have relocated to places beyond the rustic town, the only way we see them are during extended family reunions, weddings, town fiestas, baptisms, and Holy Week, when they would uproot their families for a while and go home to visit their relatives- us who were left behind and staying put!
I’m pulling this kinship thing because us relatives are consoling our young lady lawyer first cousin grieving at the moment at the loss of her 35 year-old hubby who has crossed over to a different unreachable dimension Wednesday midnight, 11th of this month. This is another opportunity where we see a lot of our kins, known and unknown, young and old, gather.
Can flowers heal a grieving heart, or the presence of relatives enough to console the loss? This is the world we live in, a sharp contrast to yours.
Thank you for hosting Luiz, Denise, Laerte, Valkyrien. See more flowers here: Today’s Flowers