
My Dad recently lost his brother to cancer.
To make matters worse, they hadn't talked in years.
My uncle RIP, was a prick...and basically
was angry about money.
Even though my Dad did nothing
wrong, he still thought it was
his responsibility to repair the relationship.
Well, he never got a chance.
He heard through
the grapevine that his brother was sick...
left that weekend to go see him,
and was told that he died two days earlier.
My Daddy was shocked and felt awful.
I was so c0nfused about my Dad's guilt over the matter.
He felt he should have done something about the rift years ago.
I said, "But he was the ass, he was in the wrong!"
And my Dad told me about all the good years,
and how all the negative seems so trivial in the end.
Whoa, made me cry like a baby.
Anyway, I have lots of new found respect for my Daddio.