I am making a conscious effort to be with my family more and just push through exhaustion. Last week's funeral really helped to put things into perspective. What if someone else passes away in my family and I never spent the time I could with them? What if "next time" never happens again? What happens if my mom passes away and I never learned her recipes? What if I never really got to tell my father that I am grateful for all that he has done for me growing up? What if my siblings never know how proud I am of them, of their accomplishments, of the people they have become? What if their spouses, girlfriends, boyfriends don't know how much I appreciate them and the way they take care of my siblings?
Last night, I went to a Lea Salonga concert with my family. I had opted not to purchase tickets because we are trying to cut back on costs, but as fate would have it, my uncle passes away and there was magically an extra ticket. I did not want my aunt to go alone so I agreed to be her date for the night. I had dinner with my family before the concert and I truly took the time to be with them, to experience their company, and not take them for granted like I always have. The concert was extraordinary. Not because of the music (which was spectacular) but because of the company.
Afterward, my other aunt wanted to take us out for ox tail soup. Um, yeah. So not the choice of food for this coconut girl, but she wouldn't have missed it for the world. We trekked on over to a casino and sampled fine dining at its best. Well, the best that $4 would buy. :) You can't beat graveyard specials at casinos for locals. I am such a homebody that I never take the time to do this stuff with my family anymore. At least not lately. We used to do it all the time as a child, but not as an adult whose bed was calling her name at 9:00 PM.
I went to bed at 2 AM and that is OK. I am tired but happy. I got to spend it with crazy, ox tail eating, brown people and we laughed all the way home. These under eye circles were so worth it.