Auntie Muriel’s funeral
Today I re-connected briefly with who I am: thank you to my brothers, sister and cousins, especially John, for taking the time to remember me and invite me to re-vitalize bonds that after today I see as permanent, forged in the shared identity of blood, that only we as family (all of us) understand. Whilst the period since I became aware that Auntie Muriel had died has been full of emotional turmoil and sadness, my heart goes out to my cousins who have lost their mother, I am listening and dancing to Benny Goodman, Gene Krupa, Harry James in painful yet beautiful remembrance of those now gone, who to the background beat of the American dance bands gave us life: we know who we are!