July 26, 2013 by ebostick1212
‘Family is the most important thing.’
These wise words came from my grandfather, Dale, when he was beaming with joy as my brother graduated from high school. That was the last time most of the Bostick clan was together, before he passed away in the autumn of 2008.
Ever since then, these are words that I have held near to my heart. Even during the most difficult of years; my parent’s divorce, my mom’s diagnosis, and moving 3,000 miles away, it has always been a mantra that has kept me going.
Now that I am back in the US, we have the entire Bostick family on Columbus ground once again, celebrating Dale’s life, and honoring his insightful phrase.
We have flipped through yellowing photo albums, laughed at my dad’s old handlebar mustache, and regaled each other with stories from the not so ancient past. I found out that, apparently at age five I had a stuffed Dalmatian called ‘Buffy-loo’. My brother, in his younger years, had an odd obsession with DustBuster mini vacuums, and dragged one around the house by the cord, like an imaginative pet of his own.
We dined at The Florentine, a Columbus stronghold, and Dale’s favorite restaurant. A restaurant that housed my aunt’s sweet sixteen party, and my grandfather’s eightieth. We did not, however, order his regular dish: a big plate of chicken livers. Some things Dale can keep to himself.
In the past six years, things have changed so much, yet I know that Dale would repeat his sound advice, if he were here to offer it up. No matter how much things have changed, I know he would be proud of the fact we haven’t lost each other. On the contrary, our family is tighter than ever.
We have kept ‘family is the most important thing’ in our minds and in our hearts, and have done Dale proud by weathering the worst life has brought us, and coming out on the bright side with our hands held together.