A couple weekends ago I was in Regina with some family to say our "final good-bye's" to my grandma, as her ashes were placed in the ground.
In the past, our family hasn't been the closest. Different positions and opinions has caused division, and unfortunately as a result family get togethers have been few and far between, laced with bitterness and resentment.
In our grief and mourning however, the family has been reunited. Stories have been shared and feelings put out on the table. Regrets of the past have been shared, and as a result a wanting to change has come about.
And so, as we've all had to end one chapter in our lives, we starting a new one, with a fresh outlook and a renewed value for family.
Although relationships don't grow overnight, they're starting to blossom. Healing is taking place, and forgiveness is being offered.
Grandma would love it, and wouldn't want it any other way.