Last week I got back in touch with a cousin of mine. I haven't talked to him in about 14 years. I missed him greatly over the years, and wondered where he was, and what he was doing. There was some weirdness in the family, and no one has heard from him.
The last I heard, was a rumor that my Grandma was spreading. She exaggerated some information she heard. She is famous for that. She told me that he sold everything he owned and moved to a Buddhist colony in Kalamazoo, to be a monk, and then his wife left him. I thought, that it was pretty cool, (except the wife leaving him part).
I have wanted to find out the details for years.
I only have a few first cousins, he is one of three. I always felt connected to him because I was born on his 8th birthday, and he always treated me like I was his very own present. It is quite astonishing as to how much alike we are. Even though I haven't seen him or been around him even in teenage years, I am more like him than anyone in my family.
He is big into writing poetry, one of my passions for years (although I haven't done it in a while). We have been sharing poems back and forth and critiquing each other. It is re-sparking that passion that lays deep within me.
I am thankful for Facebook. It has gotten me back in touch with good friends and loved ones that I have been missing. Something that would have been damn near impossible a few years ago.
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