On Family Reunions

I went to a family reunion a couple of weekends ago in Kansas City. My family is huge. My mom was the last of 10 kids. I’m the last grandkid in my generation at number 54. I have second cousins who I went to high school with and some who are my mom’s age. We are the prototypical Irish Catholic family.

A little over a year ago, one of my cousins passed away. This was the first mentioning I know of this year’s reunion. Then, through last summer, the ball really started rolling. There was discussion of having the gathering in Lincoln or Omaha. Ultimately, we settled on Kansas City. It’s a little easier to fly into and a bit more central for the family in general.

It was good seeing everyone who could make it. I missed the ones who didn’t. I only wished I had more time with everyone. Further, I wish I had more solo time with everyone. With so many of us, it’s a bit tough to really know everyone. Yet, despite this, the amount of love in the room is noticeable.

Thanks to my cousin Mary for doing the work with the venue and hotel, my cousin Karen for working with the Kansas City Royals on game tickets the following day, my cousin Lisa for having us over, and to my cousin Jason for collecting photos. I hope to do this again soon.