Sometimes I feel like such a cold bitch
So, I found out today that my uncle died last night. My mom's going to be going up to his funeral, but my first thought was "okay, so he's dead."
Don't get me wrong - it's not like I knew him well. I will probably grieve more over his brother, my other uncle, when he passes, because even if I don't know Uncle George any better than I knew Uncle Dennis, I have more in common with Uncle George, and have fond memories of visiting him. Uncle Dennis was just my mother's brother - Uncle George is the uncle who was quiet, but had a certain dry humor, who collected books and comics and let his (pre?)teen niece read his Judge Dredd collection when my siblings were out roaming around the woods or shopping or whatever the hell they were doing when we visited when I was a kid. I think the others saw Dennis as the fun uncle because he'd take them out to do stuff, but George was my favorite.
Still, I am saddened by his passing, but more by the fact that I never took the chance to get to know him better. Most of that sadness, though, is for my mother, for his brother, and for his wife and children. I grieve, I suppose, for the ones left behind.
But maybe it will come.
Probably not, though. And my apologies, it seems that only death brings me back to posting on LJ. I'll try to post something more cheerful soon.
Don't get me wrong - it's not like I knew him well. I will probably grieve more over his brother, my other uncle, when he passes, because even if I don't know Uncle George any better than I knew Uncle Dennis, I have more in common with Uncle George, and have fond memories of visiting him. Uncle Dennis was just my mother's brother - Uncle George is the uncle who was quiet, but had a certain dry humor, who collected books and comics and let his (pre?)teen niece read his Judge Dredd collection when my siblings were out roaming around the woods or shopping or whatever the hell they were doing when we visited when I was a kid. I think the others saw Dennis as the fun uncle because he'd take them out to do stuff, but George was my favorite.
Still, I am saddened by his passing, but more by the fact that I never took the chance to get to know him better. Most of that sadness, though, is for my mother, for his brother, and for his wife and children. I grieve, I suppose, for the ones left behind.
But maybe it will come.
Probably not, though. And my apologies, it seems that only death brings me back to posting on LJ. I'll try to post something more cheerful soon.