On Sunday, I was invited to a BBQ lunch hosted by my cousins’ friend’s in my cousins’ house… it’s complicated, but anyway…
As I was sipping my wine and indulging in my meat, I looked around the house.
I looked around and saw myself at the age of 10, how I was swinging on the swing in the garden and singing a French song,
Then I saw myself at the age of 12 eating pears from the tree,
Then I saw all of us playing hide and seek,
And sneaking to the basement to see where “Arak” is being made.
Afterwards I was reminded of the bad times, when we were at the house after several funerals…
Back and forth, all the memories went in my head, one after the other’ the good ones and the harsh ones.
Then I looked back and saw my cousins (now), all smiling, drinking, and having a good time.
For a moment I felt my soul grow bigger, I felt how lucky we all are to have families, to grow together throw sickness and health, to cry on one another’s’ shoulders and to dance the pain away.
This reminded me that no matter where life’s boat take us we are all together sailing to the unknown, and it doesn’t matter where we go, as long as we are together!
This post is dedicated to Madonna, Bechara and Mayssa who reminded me that a family isn’t just our parents… it’s the whole family…it’s the people in our lives…
You’re not alone!