Re(J)union

Last night was a family reunion. We went to the city to meet relatives that I had not seen in 28 years. It was a mending of a family that fell apart for various reasons. People, lifestyles and events all had a hand in the slow demise of this family unit. Looking back we can see clearer who the superheroes were and who the villains were. At the time, we only saw the villains. Our eyes had aged but their clarity was sharper. We walked into the restaurant and saw the familiar faces from times gone by. They looked frozen in time. Like they never aged. It was a warm loving feeling from the moment we hugged and kissed. We showed pictures of the new arrivals and spoke about the cousins that are now senior citizens like us. The conversation flowed and we promised to never stay apart again. I invited them for Rosh Hashanah and they accepted. Twenty eight years ago we said we would never speak to them again. The lesson is to never say never.