Uncle Ian

As you have probably seen on my Mum’s blog, my Uncle Ian died yesterday. It is such a strange feeling as I have not actually met him because he didn’t want to meet us. I guess I held the hope that one day he would want to. He’s my uncle, I’m his niece. We are family, how could he not want to meet me? He’s had the opportunities but not ever taken them. To be totally honest I’m hurt and I’m offended by this. I absolutely adore my nieces and nephews and can’t imagine not knowing them. But these feelings are secondary to the fact that I lost my uncle yesterday and my Mum lost her brother. And it’s sad. A death in the family is a death in the family, irrespective of how close you are.

And we were told that Lynley has months not years. It is suspected that the cancer is not just in her lungs, her liver, her skin and her spine but it is now in her brain stem as well. But, thanks to my wonderful friend Kate, I do get to go to Brisbane next month to see her. I haven’t seen her in a long time but suddenly that’s irrelevant and I just want to see her and hang out with them. I’m worrying though about what to say when I see them but I think that’ll just come when the moment does.