My dad joined Facebook and didn’t accept my friend request.
He became friends with my mom and my brother and my husband a bunch of other people. But me, his firstborn? Naw.
My Guy kept casually mentioning it. “Oh, did you see I have a new Facebook friend? I don’t think you’re friends with him, but he’s a really cool guy.”
Sometimes it’s OK to punch your husband, right?
Later, Dad claimed it was a computer glitch, and boy wasn’t it easy to mess things up on the Internet? I think he was afraid that things might devolve into fisticuffs – we were meeting up at a family reunion. And it would be kind of a downer if we had a brawl in front of all the cousins.
But instead, we got along just fine, as is our custom. And we hung out with everyone from his side of the family – and I do mean everyone. His 2 siblings, us 8 cousins, the 13 kids of the cousins, all the various and sundry spouses. It was the first time we’d all been together since my grandma’s funeral in 2002, and man, was it good for my soul.
My brother organized the whole shebang, and each night had a program. One night, the siblings talked about their childhoods. The other nights, us cousins answered questions about our memories of family times. I had forgotten about reenacting “The Towering Inferno” in Grandma’s basement … and no, I’m not sure what to think of my cousin’s lingering fondness for O.J. Simpson based on that movie. But he’s kind of embarrassed about it, and it’s all just fine.
It’s lovely to have shared experiences, and it’s such a gift to have family that really is just that: family. The people who are important to you, whom you love in ways you can’t describe – even if you don’t see them for 10 years or you think they’re mildly (or moderately) insane.
And I was blessed today to take another family member, Big Doodle, to the holistic vet who has helped Lil’ Frankfurter. My giant dog who has been peeing blood like it’s an Olympic sport and he’s training to be a gold medalist?
Yeah. We’re now treating it like bladder cancer.
But because he is family, we are pulling out the big guns with vitamin infusions and herbal remedies. And because Big Doodle is love covered in fur, he was quite happy to get yet another catheter, to let the techs shave his ankle and give him an I.V. It was OK – he had trust.
I trust that we’re going to do right by this dog. I know I am blessed to have him – and all those other crazy jokers – in my family. We’re all just trying to do right by each other, even if it means accidentally not being Facebook friends or some such nonsense. We’ve got the important stuff covered.