It struck a chord with me.
Why do these things happen to the ones we love, to the ones who deserve it the least, of course nobody deserves to suffer but to those that have only done good in their lives.
I made a phone call on Sunday afternoon, one that I had been putting off for too long.
My Uncle recently passed away, of lung cancer, leaving my Aunty a widow and my 3 cousins without their Dad.
He died a month ago.
I am in shock as I type that … it took me a month to call my Aunty.
Terrible niece is what you’re thinking isn’t it?!
My Aunty is my Mum’s sister; she lives in Sydney as do all of my Mum’s family. I have met them maybe 6 times. It is not like I don’t know them but living in Perth we of course didn’t have them in our lives for all of the special events, therefore we didn’t have a relationship with them as a typical Aunty/Niece would have.
My Uncle was a very quiet man, with the times that we were together, not many words were exchanged. I definitely had a different relationship with him compared to my other two uncles who live in Sydney.
My Mum has been harping onto me to make that phone call. What was I going to say? What words would I use to try and express my sadness for her?
These are family members who I didn’t invite to my wedding, my aunties, uncles, cousins and even my Pop, my only living grandparent. How I regret this decision. At the time my Mum wasn’t on talking terms with them, something we all regret. A decision that was made by my Mum, a decision that I should have persuaded my Mum to change.
Sunday afternoon rolled around, Sophie was put in her cot for a nap and I actually had time. Time to make this phone call, I picked up my phone and searched for her number.
It was the nicest 40 minutes.
We chatted, we laughed, we exchanged words, as Aunty and niece, as two people who deserve a relationship.
She was so appreciative of my call. It made me feel warm and fuzzy inside, it made me appreciate having all of my immediate family around me, it made me realise how important one phone call can be.
We are all heading to Sydney in September. By ‘we’ I mean, me, Rob, Sophie, my Mum, my Dad, my two sisters, my two brothers and my two SIL’s. It is the first time that we would have all been together since 2005. We will all be together to help my Pop celebrate his 90th birthday. A time that I am longing for.