I'm now sitting in LaGuardia Airport in New York City, waiting to get on my connecting flight to Indiana. I haven't seen my father's side of the family since he and my mother were divorced about 30 years ago--I was 17. I'm excited about seeing everyone; I wish it were under happier circumstances, of course. It's the way of life, I guess, how a death can reunite a family. I feel like I'm going into a "foreign" family, yet at the same time they are the people with whom I share genes, family connections, and/or memories. My cousin Brian is picking me up in Indianapolis. To hear his voice on the phone yesterday confirming pick up times, I was struck by the grown up I was talking with as opposed to the little kid I knew all those years ago. Time marches on for all of us.
Of course, my father kept me up to date on the news of the Hoosier Clan. Sometimes there were "almost connections" with some of them, but because we are such a nation of "being busy", it never really stuck. I hope it will this time.
They are calling my flight. Here we go........
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