Went to my mother’s family reunion yesterday. It has been several years since I was to the last one and the last one we attended was traumatic because some of the kids had a terrible experience. It was kind of tentative for me to even show up.

The thing is, I havent’ seen my cousins and so on for years, and everyone has gotten older, except for my spouse and myself of course. I met all of these old people who I don’t know, and wondered how the many years had treated them. I met some favorite cousins too with which I had some wonderful memories. It was kind of scarry, kind of fun, and actually, despite not knowing anyone, was a great time. Maybe I should go more often.