My dad’s parents, if they were still alive, would have about sixty grandchildren and I have no idea how many great-grandchildren. Dad was one of thirteen kids. I say “was” because three of my uncles are no longer with us.
I’ve met almost all of these cousins and some of their kids at least once. Some I spent a lot of time with some of the younger ones when I was a teenager, but they were young enough that they don’t remember.
One of those younger cousins (and her mom) are visiting my dad for a few days while they check out colleges in the Seattle area, so yesterday I drove down to visit.
Since I had to work and it is a long drive to my dad’s house, the rest of the family was going to kill some time by tubing on the Snohomish River. They got a bit of a late start (they got in the river at about the time they’d planned to get out), but it meant I had more time to visit with my dad (which I am very grateful for since I see him so rarely).
After we retrieved the wet river-goers, we went back to Dad’s to finish preparing dinner and visit. We ended up having dinner at around 11:00, and I decided to stay the night at my sister’s place. Better to drive to work in the morning after almost enough sleep than to drive home way too tired.
I had a nice evening, but wish I’d had more time to visit with my cousin. Fortunately, rather than waiting ten years before our next visit, we’ll see each other at another cousin’s wedding in a few weeks.