“Don’t ask me who any of these people are, cause I have no idea.” That’s what my brother Nick said as we parked outside the funeral home.
My grandfather was 89 when he died. I went to his funeral because it was the right thing to do, but really, I didn’t know him very well. The crazy thing is that I didn’t know anyone there, and neither did anyone else.
My dad has three sisters and he only talked to them when it was about my grandfather.
I have five siblings and years ago, my older brothers made a pact that we would never go down the same road as our dad and his sisters.
But I have to admit…I sometimes wonder, in 30 years, will we end up strangers too?
Already there’s been a breach in the pact and we barely talk to one of my brothers anymore. I hope that one day, all of us will put aside our differences, if not for ourselves, for our children.