The word to describe yesterday would be bittersweet: In the morning, the reality of my Dad possibly passing away soon hit home. I’m thankful for tears and the release they bring. Then I switched gears to party preparations for a party for my fiancé passing a huge test that advances his career. I went over to his house, turned on a funny movie and got chopping: white chili, finished the red chili, fruit salsa… Continue reading
Last night at my sister-in-law’s book release party, I got to see family being strengthened: I was holding my nephew, Jack, who is reaching out and loving to feel things. He put his hand in my mouth, and liked to feel my hair. I got to introduce my nephew to my Dad’s beard: he touched it, felt it, stroked it, pulled it. Then my brother came over and I handed Jack to him, and then my brother put Jack near my Dad’s face again, this time where he could feel Dad’s white bead with both hands! Seeing three generations of Campbell men interacting was beautiful: Tiny Jack grabbing my Dad’s beard and my brother and Dad both enjoying just looking at Jack discover this new texture.
Reflecting on it, the image I would assign to this experience would be a silvery, airy, but strong thread: healthy, loving bonds were being woven between these three men, and it was an honor to behold.