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In the midst of life...
May. 4th, 2003 12:00 amThere is death. And I mean, really, that is the way of things. The circle of life or whatever.
Tonight I found out that my great-uncle had died. My parents thought that they'd told me before. I knew he was doing badly, over easter weekend my family was talking about it, he was in a hospital in Florida. It's weird really. I haven't seen him in probably two years, though after leaving for college, I generally saw him once a year. I have a picture of him and his wife in my room, and the other day I was staring at it, wondering if I would ever see him again. Apparently not.
He was my favorite of all my grandmother's brothers and sisters (and she had 10, so that is saying something (though I'm very fond of some of the others too)), he helped teach me to fish and swim, he let us use his boats, he welcomed my friends, he told silly jokes, he listened to polka music all the time and had a bar in his basement, as well as a bumper pool table. He had a zillion neices and nephews, and great neices and nephews, and cousins and all. He was a loving man who always had a good time.
Now he's gone.
So I think I want to go to the memorial service in MA on Wednesday. This'll be hard, but I think it's something I really have to do for myself.
Tonight I found out that my great-uncle had died. My parents thought that they'd told me before. I knew he was doing badly, over easter weekend my family was talking about it, he was in a hospital in Florida. It's weird really. I haven't seen him in probably two years, though after leaving for college, I generally saw him once a year. I have a picture of him and his wife in my room, and the other day I was staring at it, wondering if I would ever see him again. Apparently not.
He was my favorite of all my grandmother's brothers and sisters (and she had 10, so that is saying something (though I'm very fond of some of the others too)), he helped teach me to fish and swim, he let us use his boats, he welcomed my friends, he told silly jokes, he listened to polka music all the time and had a bar in his basement, as well as a bumper pool table. He had a zillion neices and nephews, and great neices and nephews, and cousins and all. He was a loving man who always had a good time.
Now he's gone.
So I think I want to go to the memorial service in MA on Wednesday. This'll be hard, but I think it's something I really have to do for myself.
