A TALE OF URBAN SUBURBAN SURVIVAL

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

-in remembrance-

Today is a day of remembrance, large and small, national and personal.

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As the years pass by, it's easy to forget the shock and tragedy of 9/11. Although we as a nation felt a collective ripple of horror and grief during that time, it's easy to forget that all 2,997 people who fell victim to the attack (including those who have died from resulting illnesses from the collapsing towers) had families and friends who loved them and were personally touched by their lives.

So here's to them.

My second remembrance is of a close, personal nature: on Sunday, my cousins buried their father. 

W. Booth Grier was only 61 when he passed away unexpectedly last week, and it was a shock for my whole family. It's a challenge to describe to outsiders how my mom's side of the family can be so large, but so close. Booth, his sister, my mom, my aunt---they all grew up together as cousins. Then, my generation did the same---one big Salisbury clan.

This clan came together for a truly moving memorial---plenty of heartbreak, tears, even laughter. A wonderful tribute to a man who was many things:

A father-in-law:

An incorrigible photo bomber:

A grandfather:

A goofball:

Booth Grier was a lot of things in life, but he was first and foremost a family man, and that is an incredible legacy that both touches me and challenges me to live my life, and love my family, to the fullest.