Not the Social Type
I guess I’m not so good about staying in touch with people, especially family. It’s not that anyone brought this to my attention, it was just a passing thought.
I always promise my mother that I will call her in a couple of weeks every time I speak with her on the phone and before I know it four months has passed. I speak with my sister maybe twice a year and she is the one that usually calls. My brother lives about 500 feet from me and I only see him once a month.
I have several nephews and nieces and the only one I hear from is Robb, who replies to this blog every now and then. Robb got married last summer and he gave the net address where I could view the photos. I didn’t recognize anyone. I barely recognized Robb. There was one niece and three other nephews there. They all look so old now. I remember them the way they were in 1980 or there about.
I got an email from another nephew recently which I nearly deleted before opening because I didn’t recognize the name. It’s a good thing I didn’t delete it because it was a photo of his and his wife’s or girlfriends new baby which I was to print out and give to my computer-less brother.. See, I don’t even know if he is married. His baby is probably in school already…I am so out of touch.
I also have two nieces from my brother that is deceased. I think the last time I saw them was when one was ten and the other younger, probably seven. The younger one was out to visit my brother recently. I waited around all day, but I had an evening engagement to attend to, so I missed meeting her. She’s been back twice more and I have yet to meet her. Her sister invited us to her wedding a few years ago, and I didn’t go. It was right in the middle of some family health tragedy that went on for months at my place. I didn’t even send a gift, which I regret. Believe me I look for reasons to go to Canada, and I passed up a trip for the wedding.
I suck at being an uncle, and I guess it’s safe to say I don’t feel too bad about it either. I was never good at keeping in touch with my uncles and aunts and there is really no reason my nephews and nieces should keep in touch with me. I probably would have sucked at being a parent, but I did manage to avoid that. I guess I lack the sentimentality gene.