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Thoughts on a Death in the Family

So, my uncle, the younger of my father’s two brothers, died on Friday. Honestly, sadly, I’m not much affected by it; I barely knew him. I know that eight of my forty-five cousins are his children, and my heart hurts for them, but I can’t even remember the last time I saw him or anyone his family. I’m certain I was a young child, perhaps even as young as Isaac. I guess, for reasons I am only vaguely aware of, my dad didn’t have much of a relationship with him. It’s a shame, really, but it makes me realize how very lucky I am that I have a totally awesome sister whom I love, who is in my life, and whose company I enjoy very much.

Thanks mom and dad, for giving me such a great baby sister to love.