The Older I Get, the Bigger the “Family” Gets
For the life of me, I don’t know what possesses extended members of my Mom’s side of the family to hold reunions ONLY in the summer. In August. In Texas.
I know for a fact that there are at least four other months that could easily host a family reunion without roasting us all in the summer sun. It’s a difficult decision to make—do we skip seeing family and avoid certain heat stroke or join in the “fun” and risk becoming overheated to the point of delirium?
It was just a few weeks ago when I saw the reminder about this year’s reunion. I began to reminisce about my grandfather Willard. He’s been gone for more than 20 years now and I have very fond memories of him. I have fond memories of those reunions too—the ones I went to when I was 8 or 9 and the intrepid sun didn’t devour me the moment I stepped outside.
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