My great aunt & uncle arrived today, after having had my Grandma with them for the past two weeks in Philadelphia. I absolutely, head over heels adore my Aunt Jane and Uncle Jack -- as I've made quite clear in the past.
Every single time I hug my Uncle Jack for the first time, after having not seen him for awhile, I can't help but wonder how many hugs I have left. I know thats morbid - and sad - but I always hold him a little bit longer, a little bit closer and try to soak in every single moment.
It's like I'm trying to hold onto my Pap (his brother, who died in 03) even though I know I no longer can. Especially with seeing how sick my other Pap has gotten, I'm more aware now of the passage of time than I ever have been before. And Jane & Jack I see once, maybe twice a year if I'm lucky. So time just flies...
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Sometimes when I hug Uncle Jack I hold on a little bit longer to cuz it reminds me of hugging Granpap
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