I have to say, I was surprised to hear from my sister after all this time, and to find out she’s handing off the legacy? That’s just never been done before by any of the matriarchs of our family, no matter how much they or their children didn’t want the mantle. I’ll, of course, accept it, and ensure it’s carried on from there, but I can’t help but wonder why she didn’t push harder for her own sons to continue the family’s traditions.
I am the last of my line, at least the last of my line that will bear the burden this family’s placed upon us. After all the history our family has been through, I never thought I would say those words, but it’s the situation I’m faced with. My line will go on, but the history of the family will continue without me. However, before I get to that, let me go back a ways so that anyone who reads this may understand the decision I had to make.
“Yes, Mom, everything’s been going just fine. Grandma Emily has been practically bubbling-over having me here. She and Grandpa Jake set up a bedroom for me, and I’ve finally gotten everything unpacked. Jinx was timid at first, but now she’s all over the place.”
Terrified, apprehensive, exhilarated, invigorated, worried, elated, stressed, intimidated, thrilled—these were the words I’d use to describe my state of mind today. Why, you might ask? Today, for the first time in my life, I was not only moving out of my parents’ house, I was departing to a different state, and not even a close one—across the country.