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Family Reunion

The Christmas/New Year period has traditionally been the time when our whole family would get together and spend time with each other.  But as the children have grown, studies have been the priority.  Everyone seems to have got busier in work too.  Hence these yearly gatherings had all but finished.....

This year, everyone has come together again.  The death of my father-in-law has brought family members from as far away as Shillong, Bhopal and Delhi to Lucknow.  More are due to arrive soon from Jaipur.  That's about as diverse as you can get for a family rooted in the Gangetic plain.

It's great to see everyone again.  But I remember years ago my Irish family used to say that it's a shame that we all just get together for weddings and funerals.  It's getting like that here too.

One way or the other, it's nice to see everyone again.

Comments

  1. I am sorry to have missed your earlier posts in the new year. My computer OS crashed and I had to get it reinstalled which was completed only early this afternoon.

    Please accept my condolences.

    I do not know what to tell you at this moment but let me share with you what I did on two occasions.

    When my son Ranjan got married I sent an announcement, not an invitation. I specifically asked people not to take the trouble to come to attend the wedding, but just to send their blessings and best wishes. So a total of about one hundred people came for the reception, half from our side and half from the bride's side. All locals. The ceremony itself was a strictly family only affair, after which both families went for a lunch at a very nice restaurant.

    When Urmeela passed away, I did exactly the same thing. Just an announcement and the suggestion that trouble should not be taken to pay a visit. Some people came nevertheless from various places but I did not want them to take the trouble. That they did was nice, but it would not have mattered to me.

    I may well be the trend setter, and in my family perhaps meeting only during weddings and deaths may also not take place.

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  2. Most families are like that nowadays. Right now I am torn by a decision of whether or not to travel to England for a family funeral.

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  3. I'm glad you could be there when your FIL passed on. I helped nursed my mother when she died and I felt privileged to have been with her.

    My husband and my families used to get together once a year when the children were young but now it's like yours...weddings and funerals. I think those past reunions did create a permanent bond, though, so we don't have to get together as often now.

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  4. People are scattered all over the place these days making it impossible to always get together.
    I think it is the same everywhere.

    Nuts in May

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  5. Count yourself lucky that they still get together for those.

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  6. So sorry to hear of your loss, I was just swinging through the blogs for the month and found you.
    Best wishes to you and your family at this time.

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  7. Here, when a loved one dies, they're taken to a funeral home, and depending on how far away relatives live, the funeral will be the next day. But it's like you say, funerals and weddings and reunions. Thinking of you!

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  8. maybe it's sad, but it does good to reunite the whole family.

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  9. It does seem the best family reunions happen at funeral. Weddings everyone is too busy.

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