I went to my Uncle Dick's viewing and funeral yesterday. It was strange seeing cousins that I haven't seen in a long time. Most of them were really my mom's first cousins. PJ, Rodney, Randy, Brian, Barry and Heather are all children of my Great Aunts and Uncles. Several of them I haven't seen since high school, in fact Randy started to call me Dede which I went by as a young child. It felt sad that I didn't get more time to talk with them. I would have loved more time to get to know Heather and Barry's children. Heather's son Quin took a liking to me right away. PJ's daughter Megan was also there with her 3 children; I didn't get much chance to talk with them either.
I didn't really know my uncle well. I didn't know that he had fought in the Korean War. I knew that he was a builder of homes and someone who loved the outdoors. I didn't know that he hated watching television and preferred to read. I didn't know just how much he loved his adopted children as his own.
The funeral itself was simple, the music was sung accapella. A bit was shared about my uncle's life by a pastor who hadn't known him at all. It made me feel grateful that someday at my own funeral there will be people that really knew me well and loved me despite my faults.
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