This past week I traveled to celebrate a rite of passage in a young cousin’s life. Family and friends gathered, stories were told, and questions were asked. Not just the polite, every day questions about what you do, where you’ve traveled, and how you are, but penetrating questions about family history, timelines, and memories.
As our time together stretched over several days, there seemed to be a lingering and unasked question, which had never been raised before. The question finally surfaced as the crowds of friends left, and just us cousins remained.
“What do you know that I don’t know?”
What triggered the question was the discovery of family from a marriage and divorce no one knew existed until we began to piece together the history of our extended family. The younger members of the family sat in rapt attention as the family they knew grew to include recently discovered cousins who were unknown for half a century.