I hadn’t thought about my 2nd cousin Lynn in years and we didn’t know each other well. But the the inverse placed him in my thoughts a couple days ago when relating a story about my childhood horse. Weird and beautiful. There is something out there. I only know of Clayton , Mervin and Lynn and my Dad’s uncle and aunt Oscar and Irene. I only met Lynn maybe 3 times or 4 , 40 years ago. So very distant family. I hope he was loved by all who knew him and I ponder the tie that binds us all.