Opportunities Lost
I attended my cousin's funeral yesterday, Nov 22, 2011. She and I had been close as children, but because my dad was in the army we, unfortunately, did not grow up together. Of all my many cousins she, her sister and I were the closest. I remember spending summers with the girls and their two brothers out in the country in New Castle, Pennsylvania. We played in the barn and out among the grape arbor, romping in the huge back yard, and the fields beyond. We picked fruit from a large cherry tree and captured butterflies and bumble bees in jars. Watched and caught lightning bugs in the summer nights. Those were days of carefree laughter. Later I spent time with them when I was about eighteen. We were older and had more than picking fruit on our minds. By this time the family had moved to a small town in Ohio and new adventures awaited us. My uncle, their father was a Baptist preacher and we...