Post by trixie on Mar 24, 2007 18:05:11 GMT -5
I don’t want this to be anything more than this is. A memorial to my Uncle George. Because there won't be one.
I just found out that my Uncle George died early this morning. My mother is trying so hard not to show her feelings. He was her older brother and they were very close until a few short years ago. I’ve never been sure why they became estranged, but in our family, we don’t ask too many questions.
But just a few hours ago, my mom called to tell me that her brother, my uncle, had died. The last two weeks I’ve been floating along with this strange sense of dread hanging over me. And today it all made sense.
My Uncle George was a great guy. He annoyed the hell out of my mom, but that’s sort of the rules in “Older Brother Land”. She loved him anyway. And I simply adored him.
I adored him when I was a child. But as life happens, I grew apart from him. But I never forgot my adoration and love for him. I simply moved away. As did he.
My mom insists that she told me how bad of shape he’s been in for the last several months. But she didn’t. I’m now afraid that something bad is happening with her. She simply told me one day that he was in rehab. I still don’t know why he was, but considering how bad my mother sounded on the phone, I wasn’t going to question her on this.
But to my Uncle George – you were a wonderful uncle, and a great friend for many, many years. Cheers to you.
No one needs to answer this. And I have to make several phone calls tomorrow, but evidently there will be no funeral, no memorial, no nothing.
So I just needed to do this. Uncle George, I loved you.
I just found out that my Uncle George died early this morning. My mother is trying so hard not to show her feelings. He was her older brother and they were very close until a few short years ago. I’ve never been sure why they became estranged, but in our family, we don’t ask too many questions.
But just a few hours ago, my mom called to tell me that her brother, my uncle, had died. The last two weeks I’ve been floating along with this strange sense of dread hanging over me. And today it all made sense.
My Uncle George was a great guy. He annoyed the hell out of my mom, but that’s sort of the rules in “Older Brother Land”. She loved him anyway. And I simply adored him.
I adored him when I was a child. But as life happens, I grew apart from him. But I never forgot my adoration and love for him. I simply moved away. As did he.
My mom insists that she told me how bad of shape he’s been in for the last several months. But she didn’t. I’m now afraid that something bad is happening with her. She simply told me one day that he was in rehab. I still don’t know why he was, but considering how bad my mother sounded on the phone, I wasn’t going to question her on this.
But to my Uncle George – you were a wonderful uncle, and a great friend for many, many years. Cheers to you.
No one needs to answer this. And I have to make several phone calls tomorrow, but evidently there will be no funeral, no memorial, no nothing.
So I just needed to do this. Uncle George, I loved you.