My dad died when I was 11. After his death I lost touch with my aunt and uncle (my only close family on his side), even though before that we had been pretty close. At the time we lived near my aunt and her husband and we would see them all the time. And my dad and I would take a vacation to see my uncle every summer. Those were some of the best times of my childhood.
Now, looking back, I think the lack of contact was mostly my mother’s choice. I think she sees them are “bad influences” (at least to her strict narrow road kind of mind) so she didn’t really encourage a relationship.
Most of the years since then I have spent a lot of time thinking about them. Wishing things were different between us. But I didn’t really know if they wanted a relationship with me. And it didn’t help that I now live almost 2 hours from my aunt and almost 4 hours from my uncle.
About two years ago my aunt called me out of the blue. She tracked me down because she just couldn’t stop wondering how my life was. We kept in sporadic touch by email, but I’m terrible about starting contact, so it was mostly only when she emailed that I would write her back.
Then two months ago I got an invitation to my uncle’s wedding. I decided I would go. I’ve been wanting to take a vacation up there anyway, so this seemed like the perfect chance.
So I packed the car and my dog Lola and off we went. Even though I was really excited to see them I was also petrified. I don’t often step out of my comfort zone. I tend to stay in my own little bubble, but I wanted to do this. More then that I think I had to do it. I decided I wanted my arrival to be a surprise. But in some ways that made it all the harder for my introverted nature. I was so nervous that I could barely think. But by a stroke of luck I saw my uncle almost as soon as I arrived. He was so happy to see me that I felt all, or at least a big chunk, of my nervousness melt away. My aunt was even more excited. She was so happy she actually teared up. I’m normally tongue tied in unfamiliar situations, but everything just kind of flowed naturally. I don’t know that I tripped over my words once.
I didn’t really plan to stay all that long. The wedding was at 2pm and the dinner wasn’t until 6, so I figured I would hang around for a little bit and then head out. But I had so much fun that I stayed until 8. Now there were some times where I felt out of place, my aunt, her husband and my uncle were the only ones I really knew there, but over all I had a really good time.
But the best thing was actually what hit me on the drive back to the hotel. I realized that I had really, really missed them. I missed my aunt’s laugh and her outgoing nature and her husband’s soft and unassuming demeanor. I missed the complete and total ease I always felt around my uncle. They are my family, and I missed them. I missed them so much.
Both my aunt and my uncle made me promise to keep in touch. My uncle even offered to let me stay with him if I wanted to come up. And my aunt said I should let her know when I’m in town next so that we can get together.
I really hope I get to see more of them sometime soon. I never, ever, want to lose them again.
But once we get outside and she gets to run around she forgets all about it and starts walking like normal (and before anybody says it, I know she’s not supposed to run around with stitches, but she’s either going to run inside or outside, so I’d rather it be outside).