How wonderful it is to have a connected family. I went recently to a memorial for my Grandparents on my Mother’s side of the family. Glenn and Joe would tote their kids, my mom and her two sisters, around the country to visit cousins. Time passed, and each sister has two or three kids of their own. More time passed, and now there are abundant grandchildren, to whom I am uncle Ronjohn. Where parents get to master discipline and manners, I get to focus on how to have the most fun in life, as well as making philosophical insights or emphasizing the importance of reading well, and doing math. My sisters oldest, Patience, is much more amenable to doing math if the adding and subtracting involves board game money to buy colored pencils for pictures to draw. My aunt is bringing a gaggle of young ones on a road trip in June to come rafting as well, something I am really excited about.

     Someday, my mom, her sisters, and their husbands will pass too. Then it will be up to us cousins to keep that ideal of family connectedness close to heart, despite being scattered around Colorado, Utah, Wyoming, and Idaho. I have no question that we will. Thanks Glenn and Joe, this is your doing.

Author: Ronjohn

When I take a deep look at my ego, I see that it defines itself as a recreation bum. I ski, hike, rock climb, kayak, raft, sail, stand up paddle, mountain bike, rock climb again. I grew up in Grand Junction, Colorado. I am a vagabond extraordinaire.

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