Family Day, Part 2

The official holiday was spent remembering those who have gone on before us to find the light and rest that they so much deserved. It was spent intimately with family, noshing on wings and fries, all those things that should be avoided.

Much like the investment firm logo that looks in two directions simultaneously, this day gave us the time to rejoice in the past and reflect on how that might determine our future. Time spent thinking of others, time spent together, seeking nothing but the sounds of fulfillment, nurturing one another, undisturbed by thoughts of self.

In their liberality, the present government has given me much for which to consider myself blessed: time to remember family and friends, old and new. I thank them for this extra opportunity to draw each knot tighter, to correct any flaws in the warp and woof of the fabric that has created our own distinct family tapestry.

Family Day

It was truly a family holiday. Sunday the clan met for the requisite feast to celebrate the passing of another milestone. A 'child' has entered the "old" zone, having survived three decades on this groaning orb. This relegated many within the number to "antiquities" status, a state never before imagined. The Bachanalian proportions devoured were legion. Only one slipped over the libatious boundary of propriety.

Despite the collection of teachers, post-secondary graduates, and post-grads who adorned the ceremonies, not one word was heard of students, beligerent parents, or the ivory tower bureaucrats; a true holiday, indeed. There was so much "You-saying" going on that Martin Buber himself would have been proud. Guests left affirmed and confident, well-fed and knowing that even if they weren't the centre of the universe they were still loved.