In life there is death. Yeah, that's not profound, probably a quote from somewhere. At the very least it's an obvious reflection. Today with other family members I attended the funeral of one of my many cousins. He was 9 years younger than I and it was an illness that laid him to rest. He was someone I never got to know and remember him more from childhood. Looking around at his surviving siblings and their families and other cousins plus aunts and uncles I have a passive detachment with their lives that plagues me when wishing to connect with them. Repeated several times today as at previous funerals "it's too bad that we only seem to get together at a time like this." Too true, time and distance is probably the main reason and the lack of time and energy to make it otherwise.
BTW, if that wasn't someone's quote... put me down for it.
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A fault that is common to most of us. My father was one of 10 and my mother one of 13. The resulting members of my generation – and there are a lot of us – are unfortunately scattered far and wide. We make the same resolutions at funerals, to meet each other in better circumstances, but it never happens. At least the thought is there.
Similar family structure flipping the count between mother and father (6 & 13). Usually dread rehashing that lament but what else is there to talk about at a time like that. Same old small talk. Did chat with one of the organizers of the last family reunion held three years ago so maybe a seed has been planted.
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