When we get married we all say it, “until death do us part”. We tie the knot and what was once two is now one. But that is not the reality of family.
With a husband or wife comes the in-laws, children, and friends. Our family grows as we are tied not to one person, but to many, with one string.
But the sad reality I’m facing at middle age is I have reached the point in my life where the knots are coming untied. With every death I’m not losing one, but groups of people. With every passing one less reason for us to come together as family.
Til death do us part.