Yesterday I had a first-time visit with my mother’s cousin (which makes him my second cousin, yes?). He had come from Alaska, where he’s lived over three decades, to visit another relative in Berkeley regarding family genealogy. He’s a frequent visitor to and commenter on this blog, and we’ve been corresponding for a couple of years. So it was a joy to flesh out the relationship literally with in-person conversation over tea. We talked four hours: about family history, life, God, science, death and the possibility of existence after. You know, just a few light topics. He’s widely read and an information maven as I am. He also spoke encouragingly of my quest for a child. I can use all the positive interaction as possible around this. It’s rather nice to hear someone assert that my wish can come true.<\/p>\n
On his way back from L.A., where he’s gone to visit another relative for the weekend, he’ll come for another visit Monday in the afternoon, and Husband and I will host dinner. Then he heads back to Alaska the 12th. <\/p>\n
Someday I’d like to visit Alaska. <\/p>\n
You never know where life will take you… At 23 I had no clue I’d be living in California (nor a desire to). I never imagined I might go to Europe (which I did) or visit a relative in Alaska. So I’m left to wonder what type of interesting and fun things I’ll be doing at 63 that just don’t occur to me now.<\/p>\n
When you look back, are you surprised at the turns your path has taken? What are some things you’ve experienced or are part of your life now that you’d never in a million years have imagined for yourself?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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