Thinking about my parents. How they’re aging.
My uncle, my mother’s sister’s husband died yesterday. He was 90.
That. Is. Old.
With families. With parents. So much water over the bridge and under the dam. We’ve been through so much together.
Thinking about loss and love today. For my mom and her sister and their family.
What stands out for me most today?
The memory of shopping with my mom for a dress to wear to my brother’s funeral.
That hurts to type.
A memory still raw, 10 years old. Brought to light with another loss in the family.
It is still hard for my parents to acknowledge my loss. Theirs is so profound.
That hurts too.
I miss my brother. They miss their son.
Uncle Nick. You are missed too.