I spent some time with my father’s side of the family last summer. My second-cousin was kind enough to host a reunion. It was so ridiculously awesome to be there… I loved every minute of it!
Because I grew up so far away from virtually all of my extended family, I’ve missed out on a great deal of relationship. I regret this tremendously.
On the flip-side, my situation lends me an interesting perspective. When surrounded by my own flesh and blood, even though I don’t really know anyone, I feel a sense of belonging that has eluded me for most of my life. There exists a bond that tethers me to these folk. I can feel it in my bones.
I think my Great Grandmother must have been one hell of a woman. I suppose it all started with her: