Another month, another relative dies.
It’s hard not to be flip but it’s getting to be ridiculous. In the last year, my family has lost 3 uncles and 2 aunts.
Not to mention a goodly amount of friends.
My step-father’s brother died over the weekend. He hadn’t been in good health for a long time, so it wasn’t a total shock. But on the other hand, he’d been maintaining for years, so it’s not like the family was gathered around his bed waiting to say good-bye.
Dad didn’t get a phone call when the final stroke hit. He was told about 12 hours later. He lives less than 2 hours away. As soon as he got the call, he headed there but he didn’t make it before his brother was gone.
The privilege of saying good-bye should never be taken lightly. Not everyone gets closure.
Don’t let your thoughts and feelings go unspoken.
That’s Dad on the right, his brother and sister in 2008. Both his brother and sister are gone now. He has one brother left. My mom is the only child in her family of origin left.
The days are long but the years are short. Make them count.