Life

A rather odd day today. On one hand, my odometer clicks to 31 years today. On the other, my uncle's funeral is also today. The really odd part about it is that I didn't know this uncle at all. I believe the last time I saw him was when I was four. My mom and sister saw him about 10 years ago at my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary party. I saw a photo where my mom's entire family was on the couch, and I actually can remember that shot, even though I haven't seen it in years. That is honestly the only memory I have of him. I really know nothing about him, his family, or what he has been up to all these years. Hearing of his passing was almost like hearing of a celebrity or politician's death on the news. You've heard about the person, but you don't know them. That's not how family is supposed to be...

The good news: I know all my other relatives quite well. His death sure made me step back and make sure I had that knowledge. I am glad I do, as I can say I cherish that sense of family, even though I am not the most communicative person ever (I bet $5 that both my mom and sister verbally said something after reading that sentence).

For my birthday, if you happen to be in the Portland area, stop by The Montage tonight around 7:30...