Last weekend, we got a visit from the remaining upper branch of the Johnson clan, on my mom's side of the family, from up North. I have no grandparents left on either side of my tree, nor do I have any great aunts or great uncles still alive.

As some of you know, I lost my Uncle Scott just before Easter this year. He was one of the Johnsons and their oldest brother. It's a deafening sound, hearing your thoughts whisper through the sands of time that your generation, is next.

I have lots of memories with them as a youth, especially with their kids/my cousins. We decided we should start that back up, the 'reunions' and camping trips. Something to look forward to and to strengthen the family bonds of this new upcoming generation. REMEMBER TO BE YOU! I always am, no matter how much dust is in the wind.