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Good Bye Uncle Ronnie
Christmas Eve was wonderful. We had a great time at Carmen's house. We had wonderful food, drinks, company, and gifts. I snuck a couple of gag gifts into the white elephant game. I made sure Sue got a nice framed photo of Carmen and Juan Carlos from our Mexico trip. There has been an on going sister rivalry over who Juan Carlos likes better (Carmen or Sue) since the birthday Mexico trip. I made sure Carmen got a pair of edible undies. Although it was a gag gift we all took bets on how long it would take before she actually used them.
When we got home there was a message from one of my aunts on my mom's machine. She had to call my aunt as soon as she got home no matter how late. When you get a message like this you know it's not going to be good news. My Uncle Ron H. (my mom's brother) died last night around 9:00 PM. My mom and dad and aunts and uncles are going to West Virginia for the wake and funeral tomorrow and will head back to Ohio (Cleveland) Wednesday after the funeral. The last time I was home (in Cleveland) was January of this year for my Grandma's funeral (my mom's mom). It's like history repeating, uncle Ron's service and burial will be at the same place as Grandma. I feel bad for my mom and her siblings as I don't think they are even over losing their mom this year and now they've lost a brother too.
I'm not going to be able to make this funeral. My mom has 10 bothers and sisters. My dad has 11 brothers and sisters. I can't make it to all of their funerals when they pass away, there are just too many and I live too far away. So I will have to choose which one's I can attend and which one's I can't. It sucks. But when all is said and done after marriages and what not I have like 40+ aunts and uncles and over 100 first cousins.
I wasn't ever really close to my Uncle Ron but I know he was a good man. He was a kind person and lived a very simple a good life. He was barely 61 years old so he is much too young to die. When I was a very little kid (5 - 7 years old) he lived with us for a summer. He moved from West Virginia to Cleveland but ended up moving back to West Virginia. I sent him as Christmas card every year, as I do to all my aunts and uncles. It is very sad for my mom and her family but I hope they can take some comfort knowing that Uncle Ron is in a happy and peaceful place.
Oh my! Edible undies! Listen, those things don't hold too well once moisture hits them. You can interpret that however you wish.
On a more serious note, I am so sorry about your Uncle Ron, and for just now getting around to reading about him. An uncle is a very close family member. I'm very sorry to hear it, and yes you're right 61 is young. But I guess we all have our time... it's no surprise, we all know it's part of life. Still it's hard to accept.
Big hugs to you honey.
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