Thoughts

I think of my cousins on Mom’s side as “The Latty Cousins.” On Dad’s side, it’s “The Day Cousins.” My Latty grandparents had three children and those three had twenty-one children. These twenty-one were/are my first cousins. Of that group, now only four are left. One passed away this spring and one, just yesterday. Their home-going causes a profound sense of loss and grief. 

I remember the good times, the nice family times, when there were lots more cousins, lots more uncles and aunts and, of course, Mom and Dad and my own sister and brothers. I’m grateful for the times we were together. I remember the laughter and the voices. Most of all, I remember their voices, the way they spoke and laughed.

Another dear friend of more than sixty years passed away this week too. I’ll never forget her voice. I think that even when the memory of faces fades, the memory of voices remains. To me, that is a comfort.