I am working very very hard to process this weekend. Personally and on a countrywide/global scale big things happened. 1. We attended a wedding for my hubby's cousin. It was a blast; the kids had fun. There was so much love and togetherness and joy and kindness. It was such a lovely evening. 2. On the way home from said glowing love, my Mom called to tell me my great aunt died. She was the last remaining sibling of my Grandpa. We were closer than to my other great uncles on that side simply because of proximity, and it is a great loss for the family. She was feisty, full of spunk, unwilling to back down, and fiercely proud of her family. 3. Her death brings so much to the surface that I have been thinking of lately. My grandparents passed mostly before I was married and definitely in a time where I would consider myself to be a young adult, not fully adult. My Grandpa was a force. He was a leader in the early union movement and was a strong supporter of the civil rights movement. He ended up a regional director of the UAW and fought many many many battles for equal pay, education, safety, stability, and fairness in the workplace and in society as a whole. My thoughts and views of fighting for what's right were formed early at his feet. He fought Nazis, he fought executives, he fought stigmatization, and he didn't back down. I wonder every day if what I am doing is enough. If he would be proud of my choices, if he would want more from me, if he would want more from my family. I worry that the blood sweat and tears were wasted and I want to fight. I want my kids to know that even though they might not share his blood, they can share his spirit. 4. So all ^^^^ personal drama and then Charlottesville. Which hit a little close to home for reasons. And now I just want to buy a cabin in the woods and hide. I want to protect my babies from these tiki torch wielding men and women that live in our neighborhoods, and protect them from the hate. I can't, but I want to. And today the social worker comes for us to file finalization on the oldest..... lots of emotions. Big emotions. No time to process. Have to work cause adulting sucks.