The statement from my cousin Norman just sums it up beautifully. We hadn’t seen each other in 14 long years. He lives in Colorado and I’m still in New Jersey, nearby where we grew up in Union County. In November 2017, he came to Cleveland for my son Judd’s (more on his name in next week’s blog) wedding and I couldn’t hug him enough.
When Norman and his wife Heather got back to Colorado and my husband and I returned to New Jersey, I called to read the first few chapters of my book to him. As he listened and occasionally laughed, cried, or gulped, to sum it up, he remarked, “What we had was special.” It certainly was.
It’s all outlined in Kitchen Talk, my book at publishers for review, which describes the very scenes from our close childhood in the Mark family. Our fathers were from a family of five boys and one girl. There was never a closer family who could battle it out and be in gear the following week for more ‘debating.’ Whatever it was, they had one another’s back. Norman and I wouldn’t change our childhood family dynamic for anything, but as we get older, we sure wish we lived closer.