Last week was all about some of the things I love, including my writing work, travel and my family.
I took a road trip to Sioux Falls, South Dakota for a travel writer’s conference. I made it a 2-day drive each way so I wasn’t rushing and trying to cram 11-12 hours of driving into each day.
This gave me a chance to stop through Kansas City. On the first day of my trip, I had dinner in Kansas City with my youngest nephew, Shawn, and his girlfriend, Belle.
Although we keep up with each other on Facebook, I hadn’t seen them since my mother’s/his grandmother’s funeral 5 ½ years ago. As children, I felt close to my nephews, the older ones were only 5 years younger, and Shawn was only 10 years younger. Shawn and Keith had also come with their mother to live with my mom and me after my dad died, so I felt a special kinship with them.
My 30 year class reunion was the weekend prior and although I didn’t attend, I kept up with the planning of the event. There’s nothing to make you realize that we may not have another day to spend with friends and family than to see a list of 15 of your classmates names who have already passed away.
I realized I hadn’t been good at keeping in touch, in knowing my nephews for the men they had become.