Death

That's what the subject line of an email read this morning from my father, DEATH. Inside it just asked me to call him as soon as I got the message. Luckily I wasn't home to get the email and happened to call my mom. I was shopping for Thanksgiving things and got the news that my uncle Phillip (who had a brain tumor) passed away last night.

I never got to know my uncle, because of stupid family quarrels. I have some memories of him as a child that keep flashing through my mind and some of family funerals where I'd seen him over the years. The last time I saw him about a couple years ago, I was finally able to speak to him for a little while. Unfortunately I was chasing after Gaetano at the time so much that I didn't get to speak with him for very long.

I don't care what problems the rest of the family had with him. I don't care what his arguments were with my father. I just know he was my uncle, and that he gave the best bear hugs when I was a little girl. I've missed having an uncle for many years, and I regret not keeping in contact with him by email since I saw him last. My mourning now is for selfish reasons; not having known what it was like to have an uncle all my life, and knowing I'll never have that knowledge. At least I do have some fond memories, and I'll hold on to those no matter what...

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