Finding Family
As the years past we loose track of people. People move out of the neighborhood in which we lived in, they move out of the city or even the country and state. We move, change jobs, have kids, take care of aging parents, and everything in between and sometimes in between we loose touch with the people we like and love.
Recently, my sister told me that she found some cousins that we hadn't seen in at least 20 years on Facebook. We reconnected and it seems like we just talked yesterday. We caught up on old times, new times and good times. And made some promises about getting together soon around holiday time. I don't know if that will happen but it was nice talking on the phone at least and catching up with them. I also found out about some cousins that I didn't know existed. I lost track of a lot of uncles over the years and those uncles had kids and those kids had kids. So, with my dad having 9 brothers and sister total in his family that's a lot of kids and adults that I don't know. So, these cousins filled in some of the blanks and some of them I didn't know I reached out to and found on Facebook and some even added me as a friend. I am sure that is about how far that will go, me sitting on their friend's list but at least I am there, a place where I wasn't before.
So, when I was pregnant with my son I told his father I wanted my son to know everyone on both sides of the families. As many people as possible, cousins, aunts, uncles, grands, the whole ball of wax. He agreed and I tried to make that possible and for the most part he has seen everyone that I know on my side and some of the people on his father's side. The other day he got to meet some cousins that he never knew. These cousins were the kids of his first cousin on his dad's side. Two little girls. One was probably around 4 and the oldest one around 7. They were shy and I expected that they would be around people they didn't know. So, we took a few pictures and I will print the pictures and put them in an album for my son. I don't know when and if he will see them again but if he never does he can show the pictures to his kids and say that these are his and their cousins back in the day.
When my grandmother was alive family was so important to her and probably as equally as important was me, being the oldest, of her grand kids, getting married and having kids. Well, all I can say to that is two out of three isn't bad.
Recently, my sister told me that she found some cousins that we hadn't seen in at least 20 years on Facebook. We reconnected and it seems like we just talked yesterday. We caught up on old times, new times and good times. And made some promises about getting together soon around holiday time. I don't know if that will happen but it was nice talking on the phone at least and catching up with them. I also found out about some cousins that I didn't know existed. I lost track of a lot of uncles over the years and those uncles had kids and those kids had kids. So, with my dad having 9 brothers and sister total in his family that's a lot of kids and adults that I don't know. So, these cousins filled in some of the blanks and some of them I didn't know I reached out to and found on Facebook and some even added me as a friend. I am sure that is about how far that will go, me sitting on their friend's list but at least I am there, a place where I wasn't before.
So, when I was pregnant with my son I told his father I wanted my son to know everyone on both sides of the families. As many people as possible, cousins, aunts, uncles, grands, the whole ball of wax. He agreed and I tried to make that possible and for the most part he has seen everyone that I know on my side and some of the people on his father's side. The other day he got to meet some cousins that he never knew. These cousins were the kids of his first cousin on his dad's side. Two little girls. One was probably around 4 and the oldest one around 7. They were shy and I expected that they would be around people they didn't know. So, we took a few pictures and I will print the pictures and put them in an album for my son. I don't know when and if he will see them again but if he never does he can show the pictures to his kids and say that these are his and their cousins back in the day.
When my grandmother was alive family was so important to her and probably as equally as important was me, being the oldest, of her grand kids, getting married and having kids. Well, all I can say to that is two out of three isn't bad.
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