A Cousin Gone

This past week I traveled to the cemetery in Nowata, Oklahoma where so many of my relatives are buried. My parents, both sets of Grandparents and one set of Great grandparents. This day we buried my Uncle Dan’s son Matt Haugh. Death is never pleasant, but the nice part was that I was able to see cousins I had’t seen in years. It’s a shame that a funeral was what brought us together. I vow to correct that in the future.