|June 10, 1964|
The extended family is scattered primarily on the West Coast and mostly in California. When funerals happen, people make every effort to leave their homes and gather where the family of the deceased lives. Of course, there is a great enfolding of the branch of the family that has been most impacted by the death but the ripples extend to all. Oddly enough to me, we have weddings too but they don't draw the same people. I went to a handful of my first cousins' weddings back in the day but I don't see myself on the guest list for their children's weddings - gotta draw the line somewhere!
One of the best things to come out of the funeral this week was this: I got a chance to meet two cousins that I remember meeting only once (I was ten at the time....they were 2 and 8 years old. Does that count?). Near as we can figure, their dad and our mutual grandfather had some kind of falling out back in the early 1960's. As a result, that family rarely came to family gatherings. They lived maybe a couple of hours from my home but somehow packing all of us into the family car and going out to visit the other family never happened. Don't know why.
It was such a pleasure to meet these two sisters! They are 50ish and stunningly beautiful (clearly in every way). The three of us stood together with a couple of other 50ish cousins and tried desperately to make up for lost time. Impossible! I had the strong sensation that. because of some adult issue from way back when, we kid cousins got cheated out of this connection. The people at the church were in need of the hall back so we had to move on but not before promises were made to arrange a weekend get together (sans funeral) soon. I am on it!