My trip to Ottawa.
During February my mom got a call saying her uncle (so my great uncle) had passed away due to cancer. I hadn’t expected it because we had heard he was on the mend, but apparently not. I didn’t know much about my great uncle at the time, I didn’t even really remember his name. My mom’s side of the family mostly lives in Ottawa, Ontario too so that was why we were distant. Suddenly my mom was booking flight tickets, and my dad was telling my brother and I to do all our school-work now so we could fly out to see my family. At the time, admittedly, I was frustrated. I felt nervous about upcoming school deadlines, and I knew if I failed any of the exams that had been coming up I would be in deep water. The last thing I wanted was to ruin my sleep schedule and fly out to a new place, with nobody I knew and no direction. I had only met my mom’s side of the family a couple times in my life, and I believed at the time that I would be unwanted in my mom’s family’s lives.
When we got on the plane I was nervous, and I spent all the time the plane was boarding quizzing myself on my notes for a social studies presentation. I remember the flight vaguely, but it was nothing special. Just cold and stuffy. When we got off the plane at the airport it was freezing and I remember very distinctly wishing I had brought a warmer coat. My mom during all of this was very distraught, so we also had spent pretty much all of this time comforting her. I remember getting to the bottom of the airport to the parking lot where the airport gates opened, and a woman I had never seen before was standing there. My mom ended up running to her and they hugged really tightly, and I learned that she was my mom’s cousin. She worked as a 911 dispatcher, but she was learning to be a Police officer like the rest of the family (my family is full of police officers, firefighters and nurses) She was very bubbly and hugged me and I remember feeling very awkward, but also really relieved. My brother, Dad and I walked behind my mom and aunt because they were chatting about stuff. It felt kind of weird seeing that because it was like my mom was a kid again talking with her cousin, and it made me really happy to see as well. My mom’s cousin drove us to our hotel in her car (at like 12:30pm mind you) and dropped us off with not one, but two bags of groceries for food and made sure we got to the hotel safe. I immediately liked her, and decided she was awesome. After the long night of trying to get sleep my mom decided to go out with her family to talk about my great uncle’s celebration of life. My brother (by the way) had gotten sick before our trip and as a result got my dad and I sick too, except for our mum. For the next couple days my dad, brother and I stayed in the hotel room and tried to get better quickly, and my dad took me on a walk through the hotel at one point to cheer me up which was sweet of him. The morning of our second-to-last day I felt sort of better, and it was the day of the celebration of life. My mom told me I didn’t have to go if I didn’t want to, but I did because I wanted to pay my respects and see my family. My dad rented a really big SUV and drove us to the cemetery/building for funerals and celebrations. My mom and I linked arms and walked to the building I remember, and we stepped inside. My mom’s cousin found us (in ten seconds at most) and dragged us to the main room to meet people. The first person I met was another great aunt who had Red hair and was very kind. She gave my brother and I really big hugs. After that I walked with my dad to meet people, and I remember feeling a bit like an outsider. I met some cousins, one had blonde hair and apparently she played hockey at her high school professionally, and the other cousin was her brother who had ginger hair. I don’t know much about him. I also met one of my mom’s nephews who was pregnant with her first baby, and some other people. Everyone was really nice, and it was enjoyable to hear what their lives were like in Ottawa. After some time my mom’s cousin, the 911 dispatcher got up to the podium and got everyone to be quiet, and it was clear everyone was very fond of her. I forgot to mention that she is also my great uncle’s daughter so that’s why she was up there. My great aunt this whole time had been saying hi to people in a big lineup, and was looking very emotional. Mom’s cousin started talking about her dad, and she said a lot of beautiful things. He was very kind to everyone he met, and made friends wherever he was, whether it was a bar in Ireland or a golf course on Vancouver Island. He was what I would call the definition of a “good man”. After she had said her speech a couple police officers came up to the podium and saluted because my great uncle was a police officer at one point, (and a very good one at that). A man in a kilt came up eventually and started playing the bag pipes, and I remember closing my eyes and just listening, and it made me tear up a little because of how moving everything was. After all of that everyone clapped, and started saying our goodbyes. My Dad went up to my great aunt and started talking to her, and apparently what he said was really nice because she started crying, which was sweet and horrible at the same time. The drive back to our hotel was quiet but meaningful, and on the drive we listened to some Irish songs in honour of my Great Uncle. My Great Aunt had invited us for dinner after the ceremony, so we all got freshened and what-not and drove to her house. She has two dogs — Jake and another one I forget the name of, but he was old and sweet. My great aunt is a no-nonsense lady, but the second we got to her house she handed my brother and I iced tea, brought us inside and sat us on her couch. We ordered Chinese food, and the just talked for ages. My Mom’s cousin brought her girlfriend with her, so her girlfriend and I became introduced and we started talking. She is very fond of fishing apparently and she hates cats. My Great Aunt also brought a bunch of Police related stuff (notepads, pens, hats, stamps etc..) from her basement and just gave them to us which was very kind of her to do, so I now have a little Ottawa police notepad in my backpack now. Towards the end of the night my Great Aunt insisted we take food home with us which consisted of random pieces of different cake and fruit, which made my Dad jump for joy (not literally but practically). The rest of the adults and my brother went downstairs to go look at my Great Uncles office and admire photos of him and the family after dinner, but I was still sitting with my Great Aunt. She told me she had something for me and she got from her room this little clay fairy, and she said it reminded her of me and that I should keep it. At this point I cried and hugged her, then we both cried. Lots of crying as you can probably see, but such is life in these types of situations I suppose. Eventually we all said a very emotional goodbye, and I remember on the drive back to our hotel wishing I knew my Mom’s side of the family better, and that I wished my great aunt was my grandma and my mom’s cousin my aunt. The next day my parents took my brother and I skating at a huge ice rink, where we got this treat called beaver tails my mum would get with her cousin when they were kids in Ottawa. We also checked out a mall where we saw some interesting characters… We headed back to our hotel after that, and the next morning at 2am sharp we got to the airport and flew home. By the time we got home I was exhausted, yet oddly happy. I was so glad I met all my family members, learned about my heritage from Ireland and where my family came from, and also learned that there are good people in this world—you just have to look for them.
That’s it.