A little something about nothing

Is it just me?

Last night after receiving an update on my uncle, I was talking with Mark about the whole situation. He asked how long it has been since I spoke with my uncle, which I replied it had been a couple years.

He paused for a moment and said he does not understand how I can rarely talk with someone, yet feel the need to fly out of state to attend his funeral should he pass. I was confused that he didn't understand that. I gave him a puzzled look and said, "he's family." I told him that although I personally do not speak with each family member that others do and keep the rest of the family up to date with each others lives.

Granted I may have never been overly close with him, I have always liked him and was happy he is part of the family. Not to mention I have always really liked my aunt...during my akward teenage years she and I were pen pals. Poor thing, but she did it without complaint...at least to my knowledge!

I also told him that my family had this weird, but special connection...we go long periods of times without seeing one another; however, once we are together again it is as if we never left...we pick up right where we left off.

He still didn't get it, but I think it is because he grew up without any aunts or uncles in his life and for most of his life without even a father or grandparents other than his one grandma. Thinking about that kind of a childhood makes me realize just how lucky I am!