Sweet Reunion

We reunited in the barn on a surprisingly chilly evening. The day had started out warm and fooled us. By supper time there was rain. A threat to my mother’s hair. Umbrellas were found quickly.

Most of my cousins were there, around a long table decorated with homegrown flowers and Casuarina candles. We had grown up together, my cousins, brother, sister and I, bound by the uncommon and devoted relationship of our mothers.

We were there because of the love my aunt had left behind.