Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Family is Family
Today I talked with my mom. During this conversation, I learned that my uncle is dying. He wasn't expected to make it through last night, so they aren't sure how much longer he has. I think the last time I saw Uncle Bob was at my grandma's funeral...that was 10 years ago. Though I haven't seen him in years, family is family. He is my uncle. I have a lot of memories getting together with them when I was younger. I adored my cousin, Lori. Over time, we didn't see them as much and they moved further away. All my grandparents have died. That was horribly sad and hard for me. I have dealt with death before. But it's a different story when an uncle or an aunt dies. Grandparents are "old." You expect them to die. It's sad, but it happens. My uncle? It's closer to my parents. He's not that much older than my mom...though I think his lifestyle was harder on his body. And then the thought occurred to me that this isn't just my uncle, but he's my mom's older brother. I can't imagine losing Ted. I look up to him. He, with my sister, paved the way for me. He protected me when I was younger...and though we don't talk everyday, I know he's still got my back if I need him. He's my big brother. I don't know the last time my mom talked to Uncle Bob, but he's still her older brother. He's her Ted. And that breaks my heart. Tomorrow she and my dad will be driving up north so she can say goodbye. I wish I could be there. I wish I could say goodbye, thank you for helping create some of my childhood memories, and I love you. No matter the circumstances, the distance, the past -- even if filled with regrets, family is family. You love them and grieve them when they are gone. I love my family. So, for what it's worth....I won't be there at your bedside tomorrow, but Uncle Bob, goodbye, thank you, and I love you. I'll see you again.