Note: I began drafting this post a few days after the passing of another of the Homestead’s children, my aunt/godmother. I’d like to expand on it now and honor her memory.
A time to mourn and a time to dance; that’s the complete phrase. Not an original title by any means, but so appropriate. Another of the ten children born in this old house, the Buelow homestead, has passed on. My Aunt Henrietta, named after her mother, my Grandma Buelow, was taken home – fairly unexpectedly. She was my the youngest of the ten children in my father’s family and I hate to say it, this leaves him as the sole survivor of that family, the last living person who was born in this old house.
Back to my Aunt Henrietta, the unexpected passing of a woman loved by many – her husband, children, grandchildren, nieces,nephews and her last remaining sibling, my father. Another reminder that there is indeed a time.
Mourning is different depending on the relationship. I’d never claim my loss as being close to that of her children. For me it’s more about the passing of time, the passing into history of someone I knew and loved. I’m a traditionalist – history and tradition are important to me. History reminds me where we’ve been and the rich heritage and hardy stock from which I come. Tradition, as I tell my daughters, is the glue that binds us together.
And we’ll continue these thoughts in Part Two.