Tuesday, November 24, 2015
Normally, I'd say, "isn't that something?", except for the fact that his 97 year old brother was in attendance. That is something.
My almost 87 year old mother - their sister - hosted the shindig.
For the record, neither the 95 or 97 year olds drove to the party.
My father died when he was just shy of 94. His mother when she was 94.
For long time readers, you might have remembered all of this. So these two brothers comprise my mother's side of the family, and you just saw my father's side.
So, as I've said in many previous posts, I'm not getting out of this life early - at least unless I'm visiting Paris, Mali or Belgium.
My remaining three cousins were there - all of them with some of their kids.....and then some of their kids. Yes, my first cousins on both sides of my family are considerably older than I am. Their children are my age.....hence the reason they have their own kids.
The morning and afternoon were ok. Like any large event, I probably spent a few minutes with most guests, though I did seek out my second cousin, Louise, to sit and talk with her and her husband.
Some of these second cousins are in their 50s, though most in their 40s. And still they have at least two grandparents alive. How is this possible? Granted - I might have been, as Morty's mother called him, "a pleasant surprise" (and my little sister a downright accident), but most of my grandparents were dead by the time I was 13.
Overall, most of those cousins are a nice bunch, though if the conversation turns to politics - and it usually does - I find another group of people to gravitate towards. Or worse - at least three in attendance are police officers. Good men, for sure, but talks of "right or wrong" in policing that come up just could go south fast. I will say - one of them had a little talked about perspective on policing and the current climate, but more for that at another time.
And g-d love 710 for putting up with all of them, I must say.
Still it was an amiable afternoon - and I made it through without one drink. And I think that was the holiday miracle!
And here is a picture of my mother and her brothers.
Song by: Dwight Yoakam