A sense of grief
I have twelve cousins – eight on my dad ’ s side and four on my mom ’ s. My parents are each the eldest in their families. Dad has a brother two years younger and baby sister (they are about twelve years apart). My mom has two brothers. All of my dad ’ s family lived in the Salt Lake area except for the few years that my Uncle and Aunt lived in Denver for a couple of years – that could be a different post and was several decades in the past. My mom ’ s family lived in different parts of northern California. My mom ’ s first brother and his wife had three children – a boy and two girls. The youngest brother and his wife had adopted a boy. We had visited our cousins on occasion but didn ’ t know much about them beyond their names. And even with that one I am not certain of his given name. I had thought it was Joshua and th...