Uncle Richard

Today I'm sad. Two night ago, my dad was staying at our house, and my Aunt Kathleen from California called for him late at night. I felt bad for waking Dad up to talk to her, but she insisted. Yesterday afternoon my mom called to tell me that Dad's only brother, Richard had passed away the day before. Dad was already in California to help with the arrangements, and didn't want us to worry about anything. I was stunned.

My Uncle Richard was only a couple of years older than my dad. He had a troubled life. He struggled in so many ways, but I know he so respected and cared for my dad. He lived with Grandmother and although many didn't understand their relationship, they were good company for each other and did take care of one another.

Grandmother will be fine. Like I said before, this woman is tough as nails. She will miss him greatly, but at the same time, I feel like there is a sense of peace. His soul can now rest. Who knows what will happen with Grandmother now. In a way it feels like, even at 88, a whole new world has been opened up to her. I sincerely pray she'll finally get to experience life on her terms.

The one I really am sad for today is my Dad. My dad is the rock in his family. Everyone relies on him to be reasonable, calm, make the decisions, and get things done. And, he's good at it. However, I do know what it's like to lose a brother. They didn't have a real close relationship in recent years, but I know he would have childhood memories with him. I saw the packages he sent to my dad each Christmas filled with CD's, movies and other "blast-from-the-past" items he picked out especially for him. I know Richard truly respected and loved my Dad. And I know that my Dad must be feeling that loss. I wish I could help. I feel bad that we aren't going out to California for the funeral. If there is one thing my family is good at, it's supporting each other. I don't think necessarily Grandmother wants or needs us all there, but I feel like I'm letting my dad down, leaving him to deal with everything alone. I guess all I can do is pray pray pray. That, and be here for him when he returns.

I wish I had known Uncle Richard better. I know he didn't think he left much of a mark on this world, but he did leave one on my heart. He will be missed.