My cousin

I traveled this weekend to visit my cousin Tony and his wife Shirley in Houston. He is my father’s brother’s son. He is also my age among my five cousins on that side of the family. When we were growing up our families would get together about twice a year. Typically once during the summer at his family’s cottage at Crystal Beach in Canada and once at Christmas typically at my family’s home in Tonawanda, New York. We grew up in very different households, and at that time I felt that we were quite different. It’s been years and years since we’ve seen each other. What was amazing was listening to him talk reminded me of his dad, my uncle. It was fun and we talked and talked the whole weekend. I learned also that we are indeed more alike that we are different. Neat!

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