thoughts

Jul 08, 2011

My Great Uncle died this past week.  Last evening was the wake and today is the funeral.  It's weird as I'm not close with this side of my family.  My mom talks to her cousins but I"m not involved particularly.  So to see them for the first time in several years was odd.  I can't remember names to save my life and they have no idea who I am let alone after lossing 100lbs.  Several of the cousins can guess who I am once they see me with my mom & dad, but their kids who are my age have no idea.  One actually knew who I was off the bat as she is a Nurse at the hospital that I had my surgery and I'd talk to when I'd gone back for my Strictures.  But of course with the anistisha I had to have that day whiped any memories and my mom had to remind me that I had spoken with her.   

It's just been and odd couple of days.  I'm not grieving in particular way as my Uncle was ready to go.  But it reminds me that my parents aren't young.  Rather humbeling, does that make sense....

I know I'm rambeling

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