Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Hello September 18th

We're ready for you this year, September 18th. 
Me,Sue (w/ Stephanie) Mom, Terry, Kathy

My sisters and I are planning to have dinner together tonight. 
We are late getting together for my sister Kathy's birthday. We get together for each of the sister birthdays over dinner, in addition to the family celebration with the husbands, kids, etc. Just to have time to connect with one another over good food and keep in touch.

Tonight is different, we chose the date of September 18th. We always stay in touch on this date, but don't always see each other. We lost our Mom, too soon, 37 years ago on this date. I was just 18, supposed to leave for college that weekend. I know others who have lost a parent at an early age, and I feel for them. 

Losing a Mom at such an impressionable time can not help but have an impact. Having terrific family who is close and provides support and unconditional love makes all the difference. It was hard for all of us, but being youngest (yes sisters, I got that in there!) I was the one still at home, as yet not established in my own life etc. My sisters did everything they could to stand in where they could to get me through. I don't want them to think I've ever forgotten that, for a minute, I have not.

We feel grateful to have a close-knit family who still gets together to honor special occasions, every holiday, births, weddings, and even small occasions.  We celebrate together and we sometimes, although fortunately not often needed, grieve together. I've heard people speak of not talking to or acknowledging family members, and I feel sorry for them. They are missing something.

 "Home" is often not a physical place, but is often a place in the heart where one knows they can do or say anything and will still be loved, and accepted, even if not completely agreed with or understood, still accepted and cared for. My family is my Home.

Oh, it's not always pretty. Do we argue? Yes! One year I walked out of my sister Terry's house because I didn't like the domino she played! Hahaha. I'm laughing now. Because of course,  it was not about the domino at all. She knows that and I know that. And a few might have been shaking their heads at the time, but Terry and I worked it out on the phone the next day, as we always do and always will. Because there is no thing that she can say to me, or I can say to her that can erase the unconditional L*O*V*E I have for her or any one of my sisters. Should we take care with our words, and build each other up rather than storm out of one anothers homes on a whim? Yes, of course, and we usually do. That was a rare day, (Actually, it was night, the middle of the night, we play dominoes into the night when we get together.) and an unusual circumstance. None of us are likely to forget it. But the feelings have long since been forgiven and now we laugh about it, or I do anyway. 

What I really remember is Terry might not have played the domino I wanted her to play, and it might have been deliberate to agitate me. But when the chips were down and I was struggling in the post- September 1975 time period, Terry, was there to provide stability, solace, reason, and sometimes just a listening ear or HOME. Thanks, those were the moves that counted. And there were lots of those. Seems I required lots of that patience during that next, um decade.... Thanks to all my sisters. Kathy and Sue had the foresight to live out of town during the 'rocky years,' but we all remained close, albeit long distance. And all four of us are local now and I'm grateful we are blessed to be geographically close and close at heart.

Any day now our niece Emily, who a few years ago was valiantly fighting a tough fight with breast cancer, is having her third baby. Niece Ashley is getting married where she lives in California. Almost all of us will be able to make it out for the wedding in LA, where Sara also lives. Stephanie and Mirek and their four babies are making the trip too. And of course, all the sisters will be there. We all go over and above to support each other in our endeavors big and small and all the life events inbetween, because our parents supported us. Our father in particular, raised us to believe we could do or be anything we decided we wanted to be, because he believed it of us. Thanks Dad!

So September 18th, we are prepared to remember the day, and celebrate family.  So many blessings to share together because two beautiful people loved each other and raised us to love and support each other ----no matter what. That doesn't happen every day or every where. But it happens here.

Go kiss your sister!
Edit to post:
Gus Henry Detrick has joined the world! He was  born September 19th at 7:39 p.m. Mother and baby are doing great, as you can see for yourself!  8lbs 9 oz. and beautiful.

I love the emotion in this photo, this is the first look. "Oh, it's you, in person." "Hi Mommy, Thanks."
Emily, Gus and Ryan
Our Dad's name was Harry Wass, and he went by "Hank." Henry, a cousin name to Hank, as Gus' middle name is a nod to Dad. I like it! Rumor has it Susanna and Sebastian made their visit today and approved their baby brother, so he is IN!!
Congrats Em and Ryan, and baby Gus.


Terry said...

Beautifully said, Betsy Ann. I love you.

SueR said...

That was indeed beautiful. And I love you too!!

SueR said...

Ha! I didn't see until after I posted my first remark what you about kissing your sister. See you later! :-)

Betsy5 said...

So, yeah! See ya later, and I get a kiss! And thanks! :) And thanks Terry, (thanked you on FB,too)

AshleyCali said...

So beautiful! I'm so happy that you will all be here soon to celebrate with us! I know Grandpa Hank and Grandma Dottie will be with us in spirit. Love you guys!
P.S. Glad I'm not the only one who gets mad at a Kuhl woman during dominos too ;)

Betsy5 said...

Haha! So true Ashley, those Kuhl women. (secret, do not sit to their immediate right.) You and your upcoming plans were the topic of conversation last night. We are all so excited to come and celebrate with you and Aaron!! We are very happy for you.
PS Kuhl women- we love you!