RIP Uncle Ron

I got word this morning via email that my uncle Ron died yesterday. I cried and drank my coffee then I got angry because I'm like that.

He would be 80 in April. He was 8 years younger than my mother because back in the olden days my Grandmother was told to wait 8 years after her caesarean section to have another child. 

I am angry that we are a family of strangers who never have time to stay longer than 90 minutes once in 15 years. I know YMCA swim pals more than I know the folks who share my DNA.

Then I ate leftover meatballs and took an aspirin.