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my (great) uncle buddy died.
which bothers me, because i never met him.
he was a priest for fifteen years, then he quit and turned his back on his whole life. he got married and never told his wife anything about who he used to be, apparently. he never spoke with anyone in his family after that.
once my (great) aunt monica saw him walking on the street in new york, and he looked at her and crossed the street.
she could recognize her own brother. and he could recognize her.
but now he's dead and i never got to meet him.
and i feel like its an opportunity i should have had.
think of all the things you should do before you die.
which bothers me, because i never met him.
he was a priest for fifteen years, then he quit and turned his back on his whole life. he got married and never told his wife anything about who he used to be, apparently. he never spoke with anyone in his family after that.
once my (great) aunt monica saw him walking on the street in new york, and he looked at her and crossed the street.
she could recognize her own brother. and he could recognize her.
but now he's dead and i never got to meet him.
and i feel like its an opportunity i should have had.
think of all the things you should do before you die.