My great grandparents and their children, my grandmother the girl on the left
My Grandmother and Grandfather and four of their six children, my mother the tallest in the photo
My parents Me (on the right) and my siblings
Generations. We look back at the photos, how the generations grew, my grandmother had one sister, but she went on to have six children, only 2 daughters having children, 4 each. The generations growing a little more. Sometimes from generation to generation the tides shift, family rifts occur, siblings become estranged, cousins grow up not knowing one another at all. Lost generations.
Then there are the family members like my Aunt, 18 years my senior who I am thankful to have in my life. We have always been close, though generations apart, we never felt a “generation gap.” We have both had falling outs with our siblings, and have come to accept that life goes on and in many ways for the better. We are cut from the same cloth, bound by generational blood, and in this case fortunate to be.