Sunday best in the 70s A few years back, my cousins and I found ourselves reconnecting at yet another funeral. We caught up on our respective families and careers in the midst of mourning another loss. We had all grown up together, and had shared memories of cutting Sunday school class or hanging out at our grandmother's dining room table.
We decided to make our gatherings more deliberate. So we started meeting over lunch about once each month.
Our monthly lunch was yesterday, and only one cousin was able to make it. Numbers, or the lack of same, are never indicative of success or failure. While enjoying the salad bar and a cup of filling soup the two of us talked about everything and nothing: church, current projects and football. We did not solve the sequestration problem or figure out how there would be peace in the Middle East. No, it wasn't anything heavy. After all, it was just lunch.
I can't wait for next month.
We decided to make our gatherings more deliberate. So we started meeting over lunch about once each month.
Our monthly lunch was yesterday, and only one cousin was able to make it. Numbers, or the lack of same, are never indicative of success or failure. While enjoying the salad bar and a cup of filling soup the two of us talked about everything and nothing: church, current projects and football. We did not solve the sequestration problem or figure out how there would be peace in the Middle East. No, it wasn't anything heavy. After all, it was just lunch.
I can't wait for next month.
