My Uncle Paul
So throughout the month of December my uncle Paul had not been doing well. His body was giving out and then Cancer came along!
On January 2, I met up with my dad to celebrate his life.
It was fairly interesting to me actually. I mean, I felt sad for my dad, and the people who were close to him, but I wasn't close to him, so to me, it was interesting to learn about him.
I didn't know him very well, but I know he and my dad were close before I was born. A lifetime ago or so they say.
I know they kept in touch but maybe only saw each other annually. Until recently.
I think I actually only saw him less than I can count on my hands in my entire life.
However the interesting part to me was how well the family handled themselves.
So... if you can follow...
My grandma and grandpa had my dad, my uncle Paul and my aunt Debbie. Then they got divorced, and my grandpa had more children, which are half siblings who were there to celebrate my uncles life.
I only ever saw my uncle Paul with my grandma's side and yet my grandpas side (half siblings) were there.
I was privy to both sides growing up, but never together. So to have these people in the same place was odd, but okay.
Then there is the other odd part...
My uncle Paul worked for a fencing company for 21 years, which I think is awesome loyalty!
The odd part though is that half the people in the room only knew him as Vinny. A name I had never heard this before.
He certainly lived in a difference pace of life from mine, but he was my uncle, and I was glad to be there for my dad.
May he rest in peace.