Is your family a really close one?
This is a collage of my family. I’m in there somewhere as a buttercup, but there’s my parents, Mum’s parents, their parents, my paternal grandfather, paternal great grandparents, Bro, my sister, her daughters, and several of my nephews. There are also a variety of dogs. My nieces are now 39 and 43, my red headed nephew is now 47 and the father of three, and his two brothers are 54 and 53.
These were the days when I considered my family were ‘close’. I had photos of everyone, and when Mum was alive, we were five living generations.
We still are, but with a sideways tilt as I have a maternal uncle and paternal uncle and older aunt still living. The only family I have contact with really are said older aunt, Bro a few times a year and recently my niece, she’s the one in the dark blue jumper and light blue apron. Her daughter will be 10 in August.
Sadly, we are not a close family now. Distance plays a great part, but there have been rifts and issues in recent years, disagreements, misunderstandings and a host of other things that have squashed all olive branches. As such we each lead our own lives which sometimes, though rarely, touch rather than overlap. It’s not a unique situation, just the way it is.