My beloved and respected uncle died last week and all the aunts, uncles and cousins converged on Philadelphia for the funeral.
I flew in Friday and my parents and brother drove up. (Our spouses and kids didn’t go due to school and for me cost.) My original family (me, my parents and my brother) shared a hotel room just as we used to do when we were kids.
I think it’s always interesting to see how relationships have evolved or not evolved over time. I find it very comforting and fun (even though it was a very SAD occasion) to be with my original foursome and to be with my cousins.
Before the trip, I was trying to convince my mom to switch hotels to be with all my cousins, and I discussed it with her twice to no avail. I finally called in the big guns – my brother. He called me back five minutes later and said go ahead and switch the hotels. He joked when he called back: She always loved me more.
Just like old times my brother and I sad in the backseat of the car complaining about my dad’s driving. We also managed to revive our old act of annoying my mom by goofing off while waiting for her to finish packing. (I guess that’s what my kids do.) We were packed and waiting so we sat in the little sitting room with my brother cracking jokes making me laugh. She declared she wasn’t traveling with us anymore.
So what happens when you are back with your childhood family unit? Do roles change? Do relationships change? Would you stay with your original family unit in one hotel room?