My name is Joy.
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This weekend my uncle Paul died.
I’d been meaning to visit my uncle Paul for awhile now. He was always one of my favorite relatives and hasn’t been well for awhile now.
But life can get busy and I found it difficult to make the time to go and visit. I found, more and more, the only times that I would see this older generation of family was at the marriage or funeral of another family member.
Whenever I would pick some social activity over finding time to visit, I’d just reassure myself that I had so much time! I fell into the busy trap and I reassured myself that I could always find another weekend to visit Paul.
Eventually, though, you run out of weekends.
Now I can never visit Paul again. I will go pay my respects tomorrow at the Armenian church my family started nearly 75 years ago, which I have not been to since the last family funeral. And I will probably wrack my brain to remember what things were just so important that I picked them over my family.
Go visit or call your older relatives. Because when they’re gone the last thing you want to be filled with is regret.