Is it something more than not getting along?
In our family, it has nothing to do with not getting along. As far as I know, we get along just fine. Of course, who can tell? We never get together unless someone dies.
Today, I board an airplane to head to Kansas City. We will be celebrating a life cut short. My brother's life. I will be seeing my nephew for the first time in probably 6 or 7 years. I will be seeing my niece for the first time since she got married. She has two children now.
Is it life that gets in the way? Maybe distance? Maybe the funds to see one another?
When I was a girl, we drove from Kansas City to Bismark, ND every summer to see my grandparents and a couple aunts and uncles. Everyone tells me we made those trips so my dad could go fishing with the uncles. I just remember times with Grandpa and Grandma and the cousins. Riding motorcycles and horses and eating sunflower seeds until my lips shriveled from all the salt. I remember little girl crushes on older boy cousins. I remember catching fire flies.
Anyway, I'm off to another funeral/family reunion. Lee said to me this morning, "Have some fun." At the time, I thought it was a pretty silly suggestion. Now, I think he's right. I might try to have some fun. Laugh with family and friends. My brother certainly wouldn't want us all sitting around crying in our beer.