This past Monday, I received an email from my Uncle letting our family know that his wife had passed away that morning.
I had no idea she was not well, much less was admitted to hospital the Friday before. Mind you, they do live overseas, but still.
My heart breaks for my cousins and my uncle. They seem to be coping well, but I’m not sure it is real to them yet.
I was going to try to attend the funeral that was held yesterday, but plane tickets were $2000!?! I love my Aunt but this is too much. I was telling a friend who works for an airlines that I wanted to go but cost is prohibitive and he looked to see if there is anything he could do. While he was able to find a route for significantly cheaper but it was standby with a stop in Miami. My gut told me that I would be able to get to Miami but no further and the way the flights were I would have had to leave on Thursday in order to make the funeral on Saturday. I learned all of this on Wednesday.
Much too rushed for my liking.
I miss my Aunt. She taught me to cook and more importantly provided some valuable insight into my family, more specifically my mother, when I was growing up which helped pave the way for a better relationship between us.
I am sad that I was not able to be there with my family, although it seems like more of us didn’t make the trip than did. To be fair, my family is huge, my Grandfather had 17 kids and most of them had at least 2 kids.
Maybe it is time for me to properly plan a trip.