Home again from Pat's memorial

At 4 PM yesterday, in Chicago, Dave, Kelly, Jake and I parted ways after a weekend with my family. Kelly returned to San Diego. The rest of us came home. It was a hard, strange weekend, but it did, as I had hoped, bring me some closure.

Saturday was spent with my dad. Sue, Andy, Bill, his friend Anna, and those of us from Tennessee, met at Dad's and then traveled to South Lyon to Mike's house. My brother Mike is the sweetest guy in the world, and we don't get to spend enough time with him. I had, as I always do, a good time with his wife Yvonne and my gorgeous niece Megan.

We had a good time together. Kelly and Jake got to engage with aunts, uncles and cousins who have only been on the margins of their lives. Kelly had not been in Michigan for the past almost 10 years, so some of her younger cousins had no memory of her at all, though they had heard about her.

My kids are closer to Dave's side of the family. Mama and Paul came every Easter, and often returned for a visit in the fall, and in each of our trips to Michigan to see my family, we would spend a day with Dave's. My family, with the exception of Bill, has been generally remiss in making visits to Tennessee. For the most part, to stay connected with the Michiganders, the Tennesseans have had to make the effort. And we did make the effort regularly when the kids were younger. But one does not have to be a rocket scientist to know when the need for connection is not reciprocated- both of my kids commented on it several times during the weekend, how they missed out on so much because we had moved away, and I felt sad for them.

And I felt sad for myself, as my siblings continued to tease me about things from our ancient past. It's always the same few memories that get dredged up again and again. I burned a steak when I was 14. I am 55 now, I've cooked since then. Have they no more recent memories of me to draw on? I seem to be a frozen image for them, a set piece of half-remembered, mostly negative, incidents. They don't know who I am now at all.

Sitting in Mike's kitchen, I could not remember a single incidence of such a thing happening in mine- all of us together, playing games, catching up. Well, we weren't all together this time, either. Pat and Barb were not there. Maybe it was all to the good that the gathering seemed so... surreal. It was the first gathering without Pat, at least for my crew.

Sunday we spent with Barb and the girls. At 5 pm, we went to Temple Beth-el for the memorial service. There were about 250 people there. Sue spoke, then Mike, then me, and then Bill. Each of Pat's siblings said their good-byes. Jack Austin spoke, Carol Middel spoke, and a couple of Pat's good buddies spoke. Pat's youngest, Jessica, tried to speak and couldn't do it, which broke the hearts of everyone in the room.

But there was also a lot of laughter during that service, as there should have been. Pat had a great sense of humor, and was making people laugh right up to the end of his days. It was what people remembered and loved the most about him. There was a nice meal after, and my children got to meet some of their more distant relations; two of my great-aunts, my cousins Debbie and Lynn...

We returned to Mike's that evening for a visit with a dear friend we hadn't seen in years. Monday, we lunched with Barb at her parent's house and then headed for the airport. The four of us together, our own little nuclear core, with beloved satellites waiting for us on our return- Jake's beautiful wife Becca, the four fabulous goonie sisters, Mama. We are a tight group, we four plus five plus one. It was a comfort having them with me. Becca and Mama comforted me here. My children were a comfort there. Whatever nostalgia I may have for how things might have been had we stayed in Michigan, I have no complaints about how things are here and now.

It was good to spend time with my siblings and my dad. But on the flight home, I realized we were returning to, not leaving, the people who know us best.


Today would have been Pat's 46th birthday. May perpetual light shine upon him.