Along with the fundamental requirement of two parents, yours truly acquired seven relatives of the aunt and uncle type. Actually, there were more than seven, but some died in childhood. Seven is more than some people have and less than other people have. What the “proper” amount should be is not known. All seven were somewhat younger than said parents, a couple by a decade or more, and all seven got married (one did so twice). There were fifteen people to be called aunts and uncles.
With one exception, a baby, nobody died for a very long time – all had marriages into the twenty-five year range before anything bad happened. While what exactly happened to the divorced one isn’t known, of the other fourteen, the last died about two years ago at somewhere around age ninety. The one before that wasn’t in the too distant past, either. At any rate, when that last one died, that was, of course, the last of a generation. The next generation was, naturally, “the cousins.”
One side of the family generated four cousins; the other side came up with only one. The age range, surprisingly, wound up as being rather similar to the previous generation: seven years younger to fourteen years younger. The one cousin on the paternal side was never met, although his mother (the aunt-in-law) tried to keep up some family contact. The last contact was nearly two decades ago, and then he couldn’t be found. Well, it seems there was a reason. It was learned today that he may have died.
The last one is alone.