And there it is. My uncle died yesterday. He called me two days ago. I don't even know why, I cut him off right away saying I'm in France right now and will call you monday. And once again there will be no monday. And he was the last one on my mother's side. I feel like half of my family has died with him. And all the stories and all that part of my heritage is gone. Despite the nature of our relationship, I feel like half of me is now irretrievable.
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