My godfather & uncle passed away this past Saturday. From there I was whisked away to my family so I wouldn’t be alone. Sunday was spent putting together pictures and plans (and back in Thunder Bay my sister was being a superstar and going above and beyond for a family that isn’t her blood but at the same time she is, she is amazing and I could not ask for a better big sister) and I helped out where I could here, putting together pictures and helping to make medicine ties to be put in the casket with my Uncle. On Monday my parents, cousin Daniel & my Uncle’s son Dwayne made the hard and difficult journey of bringing him home. Yesterday, Tuesday was the wake and while I had asked to be a pallbearer (never thought that would happen) yesterday I just couldn’t help bring him in the hall, it felt too hard and my heart wasn’t ready. It was a difficult day, my Grandma broke my heart “My baby is gone” (He was her first born), my Mom broke down, she had stayed strong the whole way and she let it all go yesterday, it was hard but we did it, last night I spent time with some of my cousins, catching up and we had a few beers to try to take the edge off. Today we had the funeral, my Aunty had asked me this morning if I would be a pallbearer today “Are you strong enough, can you do it” I said “yes, I would be strong enough to help carry him”, after all as my one of my many other Aunties had said “He carried you when you were small” it was an honour to help carry him to his final resting place. It was a hard goodbye, I will miss him so much, his laughter and his stories. In the afternoon after the burial a few of us had the same idea, to head to our old stomping grounds where the siblings were raised and so were some of us younger ones, our Grandparents home. Our cousin Sarah had wrote in the snow a big heart & my Uncle Kenny’s name. Brought a tear to our eyes. They brought some of his crafts and they were given out as keepsakes to the family members and I finally got a dreamcatcher of his, the hardest part of seeing his crafts out and him not behind them, was not hearing a story behind it.
As much as there was tears there was also laughter, and food, lots of each. I’m so thankful and grateful for our family. Able to be there for each other and hold one another up through this hard time.
Baamaapii Uncle Kenny.
You are missed and loved and I shall see you again someday. Meegwetch for all the time spent together and living with what you did, alone, for so long to spare your family months of stress and pain. Even if we could’ve made it through it would’ve been a lot harder and it may have ended up having to bury more family members.
Uncle & I back in the 90’s.
At my cousins wedding in ‘09.
My Grama & Uncle at her 80th Birthday last year.
That hill was bigger when I was smaller. Our families first home.