It’s hard to say what’s important to you when you see that importance daily.

It’s easy to say what you miss when it’s days, weeks, months, years you go without.

But when you never have those moments,  how do you know what’s missing?

A cousin of mine, that I may have seen a half dozen times in my 43 years of life,  sent me some photos of my dad and his blood brothers. My dad wasn’t raised with them and he was the last surving Dumont brother. One of these photos is my dad and all his blood brothers. One of which I never met and the others only a handful of times.

I’d say I miss those Uncles, but I never knew them. So, how can I? I miss the moments we could have shared.  I miss the 16 cousins I never had a chance to get to know. I miss the holiday gathers and stories. But the people, the ones I’m related to? I can’t say I miss them and that is sad to me.


About k1nd3r5t3w

Born and raised in Maine. US Army Veteran, living in Kansas! Love road trips and my son. Go PATRIOTS. Amateur writer who just writes from the heart. Runner.
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