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My mom's older brother died this week due to throat cancer *at least that's what I know as of today* and it was well...obviously sad. I didn't know him really, it wasn't until a year ago that I got to see him since my brother's wedding almost three? four? years ago. The two times I had seen him since he discovered he had cancer were the most I've seen him in a short period of time. Fortunatly he lived in Greenville, SC the basic middle ground of Athens and Charlotte were every one lives. My mom was there to help out the final days and be there for his wife and my oldest cousin Randy.
The funeral was Friday and we all (my dad, brother, sister in law and myself) went up there to meet my mom at the house. It was quite amazing to see how many people showed up there to show support. My aunt Judy *who I worked for in NC* was there naturally and so was Uncle Bill *who said he really missed me* It's interesting how that old saying goes, the only time you see family is at weddings and funerals. Which was the truth. The memorial was good, the church was gigantic and we couldn't believe how many people showed up. It was during the service that I found out about a man I didn't know other than the stories my mom told me, how he protected his sisters against my grandfather, and how he touched many people's lives.
He had served in the Air Force right after high school and when they handed my cousin Randy the flag and started on behalf of the President...(I was right behind him) was when I started to get teary eyed.
Why is it that when someone dies you finally realize the kind of person they truly were?
On the other note, Mom got mad at Judy cause she thought Judy was talking too much and having to be the center of attention and taking a few things away from the duties of Becky, the widow and doing things that Becky said not to do. Mom also thought that Judy acted weird near me (myself was complete and utterly blissful :-D).
And it's never without drama or laughter during these things for our family. God we're fucked up. But I wouldn't have it any other way.
The funeral was Friday and we all (my dad, brother, sister in law and myself) went up there to meet my mom at the house. It was quite amazing to see how many people showed up there to show support. My aunt Judy *who I worked for in NC* was there naturally and so was Uncle Bill *who said he really missed me* It's interesting how that old saying goes, the only time you see family is at weddings and funerals. Which was the truth. The memorial was good, the church was gigantic and we couldn't believe how many people showed up. It was during the service that I found out about a man I didn't know other than the stories my mom told me, how he protected his sisters against my grandfather, and how he touched many people's lives.
He had served in the Air Force right after high school and when they handed my cousin Randy the flag and started on behalf of the President...(I was right behind him) was when I started to get teary eyed.
Why is it that when someone dies you finally realize the kind of person they truly were?
On the other note, Mom got mad at Judy cause she thought Judy was talking too much and having to be the center of attention and taking a few things away from the duties of Becky, the widow and doing things that Becky said not to do. Mom also thought that Judy acted weird near me (myself was complete and utterly blissful :-D).
And it's never without drama or laughter during these things for our family. God we're fucked up. But I wouldn't have it any other way.