Science (non) Fiction

So I know almost everyone has issues in their extended family, but as the child of a mother who was raised in a large, Catholic family, those issues are often magnified by the sheer volume of people I’m related to. I normally don’t have to deal with most of it, though, since we’ve been gone from Wisconsin for over 15 years now, and my parents were pretty good about keeping us from most of the craziness. But when my grandfather passed away last month, the extended family gathered together for the funeral in Wisconsin. And while his death is still sad, and leaves me with only one grandparent now, it was actually nice to see some of my aunts/uncles/cousins, some of whom I don’t really even remember meeting (cause I was so young the last time I saw them). Especially because most everybody was on their best behavior due to the death in the family (ok, there were some glaring exceptions, but mostly).

Anyway, I was thinking about this mostly cause I got an emails of photos taken by one of the uncles at the house where we were all visiting before going to the church for the visitation – and this picture pretty much sums up my look for the entire day. Which is, ‘I’m really related to these people?’ (and actually, when this pic was taken, I hadn’t even met the REALLY strange, creepy cousins who came to the funeral later on in the day – scary!)