Plans were immediately made. Everyone was notified and encouraged to make time for the event. In our case about six generations were involved and showed up so we called it a clan reunion. We are a huge clan I almost didn't notice that another cousin was flying home on the same plane with me.
Three great aunts who were widowed for a long time were going senile and were behaving like frustrated spinsters. Uncles talk business-like with great uncles. Another old maid aunt couldn't help implying that she preferred the old Filipino tradition of hand-kissing over "Hi Auntie!" We gladly obliged as she was paying for the eat-all-you-can snacks :-) Many of the kids provided musical entertainment. The city mayor gave a speech at the opening ceremony.
The happy chatter was endless. Food was fabulous. Bonding even more so. At the final day, I don't know what went into a few elders' heads. They insisted I accompanied them on the piano when they sang a very old gospel song. It's sooo unfair. The rest of the cousins my age were goofing with each other. I begged them to hold whatever they were feasting on and wait for me til I was done obeying the 'olds'. They just laughed and told me to hurry back.