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"Blog Week Birthday Bastion 2024" ![]() Prompt 3. Sept 3. You can achieve all the things you want to do, but it's much better to do it with loved ones around you; family and friends, people that you care about that can help you on the way and can celebrate you, and you can enjoy the journey. ~John Lasseter Your most significant other(s) is/are....! Write about your loved ones (furry or not)." [Embed For Use By Upgraded+] 387 words I am blessed with an awesome core/soul group of loved ones. Many are my immediate family and cousins, first, second and third cousins twice removed. I find strength in knowing we walk the earth together. We don’t agree on everything, but I recognize myself in them. Their gestures and speech mirror mine. My mother’s voice and mine sounded so similar that people on the other end of the phone couldn’t distinguish us. I have a group of first cousins on my mother’s side who keep in touch, and we call ourselves The Cackling Cousins because we laugh so much when we are together. We had monthly card games until we were closed down because of covid and since then medical issues struck here and there among us. Our meetings are in hospital halls. But we are scheduled in the very near future to get together for perhaps a high tea for fun. Most of us (8) are very close in age. Our mothers are sisters, so we all share roll down baggage from the generation before us. I write about my mother’s sad childhood in my blogs from time to time. These ladies’ mothers experienced it too. The three sisters were close and oddly enough the men they chose to marry were besties. And how they all met was interesting and in twining. My mother’s oldest sister took a live-in nanny position with my aunt, (dad’s oldest sister) a single mom, a social worker with three sons. She had just lost her son Alvin who drowned trying to save another boy while swimming in a hole in a gravel pit. So, my aunt on my mother’s side worked for my aunt on my fathers’ side. Then my father met my mother and married her. His best man met mom’s younger sister, and they got married a few months later. Then, the guys introduced their boss/friend to the first aunt, and they got married too. Babies began popping out about one every six months or so from someone. Three of us were in the same grade, but rarely in the same school. Even the children of our mothers’ brothers were our age. We have lost two of them. At the lowest points in my life, they have embraced me, and they are among the first to celebrate my joys. |
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