I have an aunt in Canada who is going to die any time now. A cousin (different relative) e-mailed me and my siblings to see if we had a nice memory of her that we could relate, so she could either read them at her funeral, or give them in print to her sons.
I had to write back and tell her that I didn’t have a single memory of her that I could share. The last times I saw her were 1996, at my mother’s funeral, 1991 at my grandmother’s funeral, and previous to that, on Thanksgivings and Christmases. I never knew her as a person, never spent any time with her; we never had a conversation. I was only ever at her house once in my whole life. I know not one specific thing about her, other than that she is married to my uncle.
And you know, it’s exactly the same for every other relative I have. I don’t know any of them. I haven’t seen most of them in more than 20 years, and prior to that, their branch of the family and mine never had any interactions. We never visited them, they never visited us. I couldn’t pick most of my cousins out of a lineup. I don’t know if they’re married and/or have kids, where any of them live, what they do now, or anything.
Up until my grandfather died in 1973, Christmas with him and my grandma was a wonderful time, with the house full of people, so many that some had to eat sitting on the stairs. There was laughter and fun and jokes and all of that. And then we wouldn’t see them for another year. After that, fewer and fewer people showed up for occasions. The last Christmas before my grandma died, there were eight of us around the table. Then, except for the funerals, I never saw any of my relatives again. And I probably will never see any of them ever again.
My family now is my two brothers, on opposite ends of the continent, and my in-laws, who are wonderful people, whom I am proud to say count me as a relative. Those other people a thousand miles away - they have always been strangers.
What’s your family like?