My cousin Craig, who is traveling through SoCal this month for work, was able to spare a little time with us over supper.
I haven’t seen him since 2008.
Our moms are sisters. SO, while growing up, we saw each other pretty much every summer, Thanksgiving, and Christmas. BUT like most families, as the children got older, it became more and more difficult to plan such family gatherings. Thus creating ridiculously long periods of times between visits. It also didn’t help that I moved to California – however, I believe Craig now understands as to why ;) on another note, I’ve always found it interesting how next generations resemble their elders. I mean take myself for example. I look a lot like my father’s mother, my grandma Pat.
But then, there’s my cousin Craig who is a spitting image of our mothers’ father, our grandpa Herman.
Isn’t it uncanny?! I find it just remarkable. AND, as the only grandchild to have known our grandfather, I could almost feel him in Craig’s eyes. Yea, I know it sounds crazy, but it’s true.
“I’m always the cousin that can’t make it to the family functions because I’m busy.” – Taraji P. Henson
Anyway, I cannot even begin to type how wonderful it was to spend a few hours with my cousin . . . plus, he’s the first one from his immediate family to meet my D, which made it that much more noteworthy.