lvlermaid

 
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End of a generation.

     My last living uncle died.   It is the end of a generation.   We were not overly close, but I did not hate him either.   His passing means all my aunts and uncles are gone now.   My brothers and sisters and I are now at the front of the line for the grave.   The odd thing about his death is the family he came from.   I will be going to the viewing tomorrow and I doubt anyone will be crying.   It was a thing my grandfather( his father) had.   He always said when someone dies you should laugh cause their troubles are over and when they are born you should cry cause their troubles are just starting.   Viewings on my mom's side of the family are more like parties.   Everyone swapping stories and laughing.

     My uncle used to love to get on the radio talk shows and voice his opinions.   He had a lot of them lol.

     I remember my dad telling a story of one time he was out working in the woods with my uncle.   My uncle caught his wedding ring on a shank of a log he was throwing down through the woods and tore a gash in his finger.   Dad said he took his ring off and threw it down through the woods.   In later years he was again warring a ring.   I do not know if he bought a new one or went and retrieved the original one when he calmed down.   By the time I was born my uncle was a truck deriver.   He said he would teach me to drive truck one time, but I think my mom put a stop to that idea.   She did not like the idea of me being out driving truck.  My mom was very protective of me I think she knew I had problems.  I am just not sure if she knew how bad they were.   Moms always try to protect their children , but she would let my brothers do things she did not allow me to do.