Reunited at last

As I sit here this morning, blogging from my childhood home, I am filled with happiness, memories and love. The early morning brought sounds of life from upstairs. As I lay in bed I could hear my mothers feet moving quietly about the house. I could always tell who was walking around upstairs by the sound that there feet produced. It is no different now. I lay thinking about the many mornings that I was awakened in this very room, to a home filled with a family that I now miss. It has been a long time since my entire family has been under one roof. I go upstairs to find my mother ironing her blouse and I bring in a chair to sit with her. I love the early morning, which I must get from my mother. I love to know that I am up in the most peaceful hours of the day, when most are in bed missing them. I like to talk to my mom, just her and I. She brings insight and knowledge into my life that I would otherwise be lacking. I hear the shower turn on downstairs. My brother is up. My brother that I love dearly and talk to little and see even less. My brother that I have looked up to for so many years. Here we are, sharing a bathroom, like we're teenagers again. My sister is still asleep on the couch, like old times. She loves to sleep in, because with three children she so rarely gets the opportunity. My mom and I go upstairs to wake up grandpa with a sweet smile from Charlotte. He is happy to see her. My oldest brother is asleep upstairs, I can hear his loud snore from a mile away. How does his wife stand it? I am glad he is here. He is helping my grandma so much. He has always taken good care of her and grandpa. So, here we all are, four siblings from four corners of the earth it seems, reunited to celebrate the life and passing of our grandpa. Practically strangers, but in another reassuring, calm, loving way, as close a family as can be.