Dearest Anna Lisa Kristina,
Sorry to hear about your auntie. My uncle passed away a couple of months ago. My dad’s brother, so it wasn’t one of thsoe fake uncles who helped raise you because your dad and him were poker buddies. He was my real uncle. Strange enough, we weren’t really that close. Maybe because he lived so far away.
Makes me think though. I got a couple of nephews. And everytime I come around, the older one recognizes me. And he wants to play with me and ask me questions and have me teach him some things. I wonder if I was like that with my uncle when I was his age.
We’re at a time in our lives where people move on. They leave a great big hole where they used to stand. something I’m barely figuring out nowadays is that it is our job, our responsibility, to take over where they left off and keep the big ship moving. Otherwise, what was the point of their lives? When I really think about it, they lived so we could live better. And now that you’re a mom, you might understand what I mean.
Then again, this could be the coffee and 4am bubbles talking. In any case, if you feel like talking about it, give my metaphorically big-eared self a call. I got a new photo album I want to fill up.
