Four hours to fall in love: a remembrance
One of my uncles passed away today - brother of my long-deceased great-grandfather and father of a dear cousin. I'd only met him twice: once, for dinner in a pub and the second time at his son's wedding. Probably spent a total of 4 hours with him. But, oh, what four hours!
On my first trip to England, my cousin Luke and I spent the day playing tourists in London. That same evening, we met up with his mum, my aunt Dorothy, and his painfully shy brother, Jake, to see Twelfth Night at the Globe. (It was an all male cast, Mark Rylance as Olivia and HOLY SHIT it was transcendent!) After the play, Luke and aunt Dorothy teased me a bit for "laughing in the right places" and for my obvious geekitude during the show - aunt Dorothy worried at one point that I was going to leap out of my seat and onto the stage (I'll admit, it was a near thing).
We parted ways and the next morning I left on a 6 day "carriage tour" (that means I was on a bus) of England and Scotland. At the end of the tour I had another 1/2 day in London and that's when we met up again, this time uncle Hugo joined us, for dinner at a pub. (Not just any pub, the pub where Charles Dickens wrote Little Dorrit. Oh, England.)
Two or so hours getting to know these far-flung members of my family - meeting them for the first time at 30 years of age. I fell in love with them immediately. Aunt Dorothy and uncle Hugo were welcoming and funny - he had great stories from when he was a boy in The Bahamas and when he was an islander in Canada (that's where he met Dorothy).
Saw him again at Luke's wedding. Got to spend a bit more time with him. Not much, but a bit. In between I'd been exchanging letters with aunt Dorothy and we'd get to chat on the phone at Christmas or on birthdays.
My brother had the same reaction to them - I brought him with me for the wedding and he fell instantly in love with aunt Dorothy and uncle Hugo. Also, we made sure that we were well turned out because believe me, there were reports back to our family in The Bahamas about "how well" we represented the family. Believe it.
I was always hoping to get back to England to see them again. But then Dorothy passed. And money and time and life and now uncle Hugo has passed.
We didn't spend much time together but the time we spent was wonderful. Sometimes it just happens that way. Instant affinity.
I think it's time to start saving for a trip.