Summer has always meant potluck reunions for both sides of our family. When I say family, I'm not whistling Dixie. My father's family in Minnesota had thirteen kids. Mom's family in Indiana had eleven. I had enough aunts and uncles to fill a church, and first cousins on each side numbering in the forties and fifties. Tons and tons of family. That was our normal. All that family, all that love and acceptance. You were a cousin; you were part of the crew. You teased and were teased in return.
Through the years, we have lost our older generations. Our grandparents. Our parents. Our aunts and uncles. We miss them so much, but keep their legacy of family alive when we get together. We cherish their memories and their stories; we continue to remind each other of many of those family tales. The next generation is aging now. We have said good-bye to many of our cousins. We don't all get together every summer, but when we do, we're still surrounded with love, with acceptance. And we're still part of the crew. We tease and are teased right back.
We had the best time at our cousin reunion this week. Thanks, Jack and Susie, for getting us together again. Cousins, you are cherished.
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| Cousins Susie and Shirley sharing stories with Essi |
Through the years, we have lost our older generations. Our grandparents. Our parents. Our aunts and uncles. We miss them so much, but keep their legacy of family alive when we get together. We cherish their memories and their stories; we continue to remind each other of many of those family tales. The next generation is aging now. We have said good-bye to many of our cousins. We don't all get together every summer, but when we do, we're still surrounded with love, with acceptance. And we're still part of the crew. We tease and are teased right back.
We had the best time at our cousin reunion this week. Thanks, Jack and Susie, for getting us together again. Cousins, you are cherished.
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