roots

There was a guy at my friends brunch party who was telling us about a family reunion he went to yesterday. It was on the land owned by his family for four generations.

His great-grandparents were from Hungry. They came here, bought land and created a farm and a hotel which the family ran for, I think, two generations.

He remembered his grandmother talking about how her parents died when she and her siblings were very young. The kid's aunts and uncles cared for them as they continued to work the farm and the hotel.

There was a big tree that sat near the lake. The kids, missing their dead parents and grandparents designated this tree to be their grandmother. They would each take turns sitting between it's roots, leaning into it's trunk pretending to be held by her.

These children are now very old and they still tell people their grandmother was a tree who sat near the lake on the land their family owned.