A favorite uncle died unexpectedly this past weekend. I would have very much liked to have attended a visitation and the funeral. I had to put logic and my own health ahead of my aunts and uncle. I've been in a place of transitions and confusion. I have not the strengths nor inclinations to deal with any of my siblings or my parents.
I felt really bad about not being there for my aunt, my godmother, two beloved family members. I just love them.
So today I was thinking...I picked up the phone, called my aunt and asked her if we could visit. I loved Everything I heard in aunties voice. She was happy to hear from me. She harbored no resentment at not being at the funeral and her heart warmed that we were going to visit. Whew, I feel tons better.
This is the thing that feels right and healthy for me to do. I grieve the loss of my Uncle Bill. He was a sweetheart, kind, funny, one of the few good guys I remember from childhood. I want to honor and respect him. I want to demonstrate my love and support. I am thrilled that I will visit in a couple days.
All feels a little more right in my world.
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