My mum was from a large crazy family and they’d not spoken for a few years before she died. A couple of weeks ago I got an email from one of them, so last weekend I met a cousin who I haven’t seen in nearly 20 years and we had so much fun. My aunts and uncles seem to be quite keen to meet/quiz me but it’s a bit overwhelming – too many memories (good and bad) and makes the grief fresh again. One small step at a time and hopefully one relative at a time.
It’ll be nice to feel like part of a family again, I hope.
