My friend Donna had a family wedding shower to attend in Rochester, NY. Her nephew is getting married in November. She didn't want to drive that distance by herself and no one in her immediate family could take the trip with her. I have relatives in Rochester. I said I would go with her. I said I would even drive my new car.
It wasn't a long trip, but I am happy that we did it together. We left on Friday morning and arrived at my cousin's house at dinner time. We took him out to dinner and then sat and talked until bed time. He graciously put us both up for the night. On Saturday, we took Donna to the hotel where the shower was to be held and he and I went to visit his mom and his sister.
My aunt is the last one of my parents' generation left. She is starting to show signs of memory loss, but she knew me right away -- OlgaPolga! I am so happy to see you!"
I wrote about my bittersweet visits here.
Afterwards I went to lunch with my cousin John. He is caretaker, financial and otherwise, for both mother and sister. It is a hard, draining responsibility. My heart goes out to him so often.
After the shower was over, Donna and I headed back to Vermont. It was an uncomplicated drive. We stopped in Saratoga to get something to eat and were not home until midnight, but we conversed the whole time, examining the complexities of family dynamics. I was certainly tired on Sunday and even took a nap (quite unintentionally, just zonked out). Even so, I was glad I went and I feel that Donna and I are even closer friends because of that time together.