When I arrived home last night, there was a message on the answering machine. My father left a message stating that my nephew had died this past weekend.
This message was from a father I never had while growing up. I didnâ€™t really get to start my relationship with him until the year before I was married. The nephew is a young boy that Iâ€™ve never met. His mom is a half sister that Iâ€™ve seen twice and havenâ€™t had any significant conversations with.
It amazes me how ready I am to drop everything and be there for them.
Tonight I will call my father, tell him I have every evening free for the rest of the week, and offer my services, whatever those might be. On Saturday, weâ€™ll attend a very sad funeral for a little guy that everyone will say was too young to die. Beyond Saturday, God only knows what will happen between any of us.
I admit Iâ€™m not much of a family man, not outside of my own marriage, that is. Either Iâ€™m fooling myself, or Iâ€™m just empathetic to those who do lose loved ones. I know that this is no time for me to be selfish in any way, shape or form.
Maybe Iâ€™m maturing.