I found out last week that my uncle died...a month ago. We hadn't spoken in about a year and the last time was him snapping at me about something I "should" do. The details are unimportant but it bothered me enough to avoid calling him. We weren't close but we started building somewhat of a relationship after my dad died. My cousin and I both had a way of breaking him down to the point of having civil conversation but I just didn't have the strength to do it of late. He was a troubled man. I believe Vietnam was the main cause but I'm sure there were other factors at play that we'll never know about. He was the last of the "adults" from my dads side. To know that all of the folks from my childhood are gone is a surreal feeling but this is what happens when you're 50ish...the "adults" start dying and you become the "adult".
Damn.
