Growing Up Together {Spin Cycle}

I like to tell people that I grew up with my cousins, but that’s not necessarily true. The ministry had scattered the family on my dad’s side all over the country; from Alaska to Ohio. I never knew my dad’s parents, in person anyway. They died before I was born, but they live on in stories told frequently by my dad and his brothers and sisters. Despite death and distance, the sisters and brothers remained close. Our families met, when we could, twice a year, at Thanksgiving and at The Lake.

Our family took  a week-long vacation at a lake every the summer. The Lake changed from time to time; we started renting cottages at Lake Huron, then one summer rented at Duck Lake (yucky, only lasted one year), Lake Hemlock (a camp, which was cool because the cousins stayed in our own “chalets”), and now, a large house on Lake Michigan. I’m using the term “growing up together” loosely because we didn’t live around the block from each other, much less the same town. As cousins, we loosely grouped ourselves into age groups. We had an older group that all of us younger cousins loved hanging out with, but as you can imagine, the older cousins did their own things away from the younger cousins. Occasionally we would do things together, such as act out plays for our parents or walk to the gas station to buy candy. And cards. We loved to play cards. Our cousin Mark taught us the finer points of the game 500, such as going in the hole just to keep the other pair from getting the bid. (His brother plays the same way.) Mark drove us to the movies. (Spaceballs one summer.) He played the game of Risk with his brother and teased his little sister unmercifully.

Mark
Playing 500 (Mark is on the left.)

As we became adults, the age groups dissipated. Jobs and families scattered us apart, from California to the United Kingdom, but we still kept up with each other. Out of all the cousins, we probably prayed for Mark the most. He was a West Point graduate, and the Army sent him all over the world. We prayed for Mark to safely come back home, and he always did. But then Mark was attacked by an enemy that we didn’t expect. Cancer.  We all prayed even harder for Mark and his wife Kathy, and it looked like he was winning the war.

When the email came from my cousin that Mark had died, I didn’t quite believe it. I had to call my dad just to confirm the news. It was a quite a shock to us all.

The last time I saw Mark was at my mother’s funeral. He was in uniform; probably the only time I’d ever seen him in uniform. We usually saw Mark on vacation; out of uniform. My cousins and I were so lucky to grow up with Mark. He was well loved, and he will be missed. Especially when there’s a good card game going on.

Playing 500 (Mark is on the right)
Playing 500 (Mark is on the right)

 


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21 Responses to Growing Up Together {Spin Cycle}

  1. So sorry to hear about Mark. ((HUGS)) Growing older has brought me to a place in my life where I know that people we love will be leaving us. Didn’t think this way years ago. I know that Mark’s time here was too short and I’m thankful you have these beautiful memories of him.
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  2. So sorry about Mark. The memories sound almost like you could touch them. I have a million cousins but they’re scattered from four family sides so there wasn’t ever that chance to all be together at once. My parents have five kids, four grandkids, and surely some more on the way. I’m hoping for memories like you described. Memories still to come.
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  3. What wonderful memories of your cousins and growing up together. Your post is filled with heartfelt emotions. It brought to mind the canasta games I shared with one of my cousins. I had called her just yesterday with birthday wishes. She is 71. Our visit just picked up as if we still saw each other regularly. God’s blessings on your family.
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      • Yes, Ginny, family is wonderful. I cannot imagine the journey without my sisters, cousins, aunts and uncles. My best friend from childhood is a cousin. She was in my wedding. Went to her brother’s funeral in February. He died of cancer, too. Your blog about your cousin Mark was beautiful.
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  4. I am so sorry your cousin died from such a horrible disease. As I get older my relationship with my cousins is getting stronger and stronger. Family is so important and from what you have written you had that instilled in you at a very early age. You are a fortunate woman.
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  5. I am truly so sorry for the loss of your cousin and I must admit we have had a few losses here over the years, too and as much as you just can’t believe it, still doesn’t make it an easier to accept in the end. Loved hearing about your family memories and thinking of you this morning.
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