I know what you mean about people that you haven't seen for a while.
My cousin Tim and I were born about a week apart and were pretty much raised together until Uncle Lee (Tim's father) moved his brood out to Boulder, CO. Tim and I were nine years old. We were always close and were/are a lot alike.The family joke is that one of us is the other's evil twin, but nobody is quite sure which is which. We saw everyone fairly regularly on annual trips west (from Chicago). In 1967 Tim and two of his sisters came to Chicago to visit us. Through one thing and another ( our changing lives, growing up, finding careers, etc) Tim and I did not see each other again until my mother's funeral in 1994. We picked up the conversation pretty much where we had left in 1967.

Stephen Lee