The adults in this photo are my mom's cousin and her husband. She called today and we talked for almost 1/2 an hour. I haven't talked to her in 2 years because I'm horrible at returning calls. Even so, she doesn't give up on me and still calls me at least once a year and leaves a message. But I always send Christmas cards, that she can count on. It's not like I intentionally avoid answering her calls, but I almost alway miss them. But I didn't today and I'm very glad. I haven't seen her in 14 years, since the year my mom died. It was really good talking to her. Believe it or not, she just lives a few miles from me. She moved to San Francisco over 10 years ago, from the small desert town where I grew up and where she also raised her children.
We talked a little bit about my mom. She was probably my mom's closest friend/relative. Kinda like how I am with my cousin who I see almost every wednesday. They spent a lot of time together and went on a lot of trips to Vegas. They laughed a lot, fought a lot, both married men significantly older than themselves, both lost those husbands, both raised American children and both talked about going 'back home' to the Philippines all the time.
She sometimes goes to the church just 3 blocks away from where I live. She asked if I go (um...) but I told her I'd go the next time she went. It'll be good to see her. Especially now that I have a better understanding of what her relationship with my mother was like.