Monday, September 3, 2018

9/2/2018 Caring Bridge

Journal entry by Joanne Negstad — 23 hours ago
    Once there were 18, of us.  This does not count my cousin who, as a little boy, drowned in a water tank.  The 18, were 14, of my cousins on my mother's side, three siblings and me.  Then there were six second cousins, children of my oldest cousin, who were about my age.  Growing up together we were as close as many siblings.  O the 18, I was second to the youngest.
    Ten have died, 8 cousins, and two of my siblings, so now there 8, left in this generation.  All 8, of us were all at the family reunion that ended today.  It required travel from Seattle, Chicago, Arizona, Minnesota, North Dakota and South Dakota.  The oldest, age 93, proposed that we meet again in two years and we plan to do that.
    This is the family which Joanne happily joined. Her values matched theirs and she thoroughly enjoyed establishing her own relationship with them.  They share my sorrow in her death and being with them gave the opportunity for mutual conversation and consolation.
    Yes, I'm very blessed.


Blessings,

Al

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