Oh goodness, my cousins! My dad was from a big family and very close to his sisters, so growing up we say them all at least once a month- 4 sets of aunts and uncles, with assorted kids, and sometimes 2 other sets of aunts and uncles joined us. Then it all changed. My father died when I was 14 (making my sibs 10, 5, and 4) and things changed. No idea why, I have some guesses, but within 5 years we hardly ever saw any of them again (except maybe weddings and funerals as an adult). Well, about 15 years ago, one of them reached out, said they were having a cousins get-together in southern Maine, and they'd love to have us join them for the weekend or even just dinner some night. So completely and forever thankful that they were happy to let the disagreements among our parents be gone and we get to be one big happy family again. It's overlapping generations: My oldest first cousin is in her 90s (and still going strong) and the next oldest is in her 80s. THis means their kids, who are within a few years of my age, are actually my second cousins, but I also have cousins who are about 5 years younger than me who are my first cousins. It all overlaps and gets crazy, but we have a crazy good time when we get together. I will be eternally grateful that everyone let the past go, and we are part of the family again. It brought me to tears a couple of summers ago, to watch my oldest cousin walk down the driveway arm-in-arm with DD. It's wonderful to have my family back!
I'm gonna let this stand as my "three things." These people are so wonderful and so loved that there isn't anything else that I could possibly include here!