Many years ago we had dinner with our friends Freddie and Phyllis. Fred was excited. That very day, he had discovered another cousin living in the US. He knew his cousin who lived in Australia but he thought that most aunts, uncles and cousins had perished in the second world war, so have found another cousin seemed to be a miracle. Up until that time, I had taken cousins for granted but no more. I understood that cousins are special.
Last Thursday afternoon, Richard and Cathy came to visit us at the Hard Rock Hotel. We sat in the bar and talked. Then we sat outside and talked. Ken and I enjoyed every minute. Richard is a first cousin of Ken. Richard's mother was the youngest of the Dickie Family which is why Richard is so much younger than Ken. After the dinner with Freddie and Phyllis, we have tried to keep in touch with our cousins on both sides, to mixed results.
After Ken searched out his cousins, Richard has been good at keeping in touch and 12 years ago we had dinner on Father's Day in their home in Calgary. And Eric and Simone in Kelowna we have seen when we stayed in the Valley. I am not sure why but with cousins you have instant friendships. You have not seen them for years and then we seem to be buddies.
My Mothers family had five siblings but I only had three cousins that I knew, only one, Diane we were close friends, who is now dead. There were four other cousins but they wanted no part of us. Mary is the last cousin but only connects with us occasionally and does not seem interested in cousins. On my Father's side I had two cousins, both deceased. One cousin Ernest, discovered that cousins were important, but only a few years before he died.
Bur Richard and Cathy went out of their way to come to spend a few hours with us at the Hard Rock Hotel. They had been staying south of the old town on Puerto Vallarta. Ken and I are grateful for their efforts. We both know that cousins are special.
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