Along with reunions of the summer come lots of memories and thoughts about them.
Family reunions are usually of the picnic variety. Ours is, I know. Younger and older cooks bring casseroles, salads and desserts for which they’ve become known over the years. Before, during and after the eating we tell stories. We ask how others have been. We exclaim at how tall the kids have become.
Like Christmas, it’s as if no time has passed when you see cousins, aunts and uncles. But there are always poignant absences of those we’ve lost, among those who remain.
Class reunions require more planning for the meal and entertainment, and draw people who haven’t seen each other for five or ten years, or maybe since graduation.
People come from all over to their reunions, be they groups related by blood or by experiences of school days. But they usually find some peace and laughter because the ones who are there want to be there.
And appreciate the time spent with those who remember and accept you, as you were.