I’m writing this as a way to process. I’m on hold with the airline right now trying to get a bereavement fare because my uncle died this morning.
Walter is not technically my uncle, but emotionally that’s what it feels like. He’s my grandmother’s first cousin, which makes him my first cousin twice removed. In today’s world that’s practically not related, but NWA, lord bless them, knows the practical truth and is willing to deal with the emotional truth and pretend that he is my uncle. Or was. Crap.
Ah. They’ve got me booked, so I’m leaving Hawaii this afternoon. My dad doesn’t understand why I want to spend all that money and leave Hawaii. It’s hard to explain, except that I need to go home. I need to be there.
In some ways Walter has been gone longer than this morning; he’s had dementia and hasn’t been himself for a while, but because I’ve been out of town so much, I still have the memory of the strong, vibrant man that he was meant to be. That’s who I’m grieving today.
Oh, hey. Talk about stupid bonuses–to get me home, they have to put me in first class. Bully for me.