Listening to the pastor speak, I realized that a lot of the things I like about myself I share in common with Granny. A friend once put it, "We are going to get around to the truth eventually, why not just get there now." I've learned I have strong opinions and I pride myself on sharing them. I want to be transparent and let others know what I'm thinking. I'm fiercely protective of those I call "my own." I'd like to think that I've learned to be a little tough myself along the way.
We have a big family....there are seven children still living, sixteen grandchildren, twenty-one great grandchildren and three great-great grandchildren. They organized us for the funeral by allowing the children and their spouses to process in and sit towards the front, the grandkids were together, etc. While it started out feeling a little weird not to be with our parents, it wound up making us feel like one unit. One clan, the Roberson family. While some have different last names now, we are the Robersons. And as I sat there, I was overwhelmed thinking, "I love these people. I really love these people."
We are not often all in the same room so it was funny how overwhelmingly we all look alike as we gathered as a large group. We all have a little of Granny's orneriness in us, but we are there for each other. As a family, we have struggled through difficult times together but no matter what, we have stood by each other in our times of crisis. We've visited hospitals as cousins struggled in a fight for their lives, we've rebuilt homes after hurricanes have knocked them down, we've stood by each other and loved each other unconditionally no matter what we may have done. We know how to celebrate with each other. We could rent out my aunts and uncles to make wedding receptions more lively because they know how to cut loose and have fun! We are funny and we love to laugh and tell stories. It's even better if the stories are on each other.
As I sat there in my pew, I remembered jumping on the trampoline at my cousins Wendy and Eric's house. I remember how cool I thought my Aunt Fay was because she is so crafty! I simply adore my Aunt Becky. I remember going exploring in the woods with my cousins Nikki and Will and us scaring ourselves silly. I remember looking forward to getting Nikki's hand-me-downs because she was way cooler than I ever thought I could be growing up. I remember all of us cousins walking to the gas station from Granny's on Easter and getting bubble gum eggs. I remember camping out in my Aunt Cindy's back yard out on Hatteras and the amazing fresh seafood my Uncle Joey always brought to our family get togethers. I remember all of us playing bingo and our crazy Christmas gift exchange and all of us getting feisty with one another...because it's in our DNA.
With family, it's easy to just take one another for granted. But these are special people. I'm so glad my life is intwined with theirs. I'm glad to be part of our Roberson clan.