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May. 15th, 2004 04:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kippurbirdHad dinner at my foks house last night. My dad's cousins and Aunt were there. They came in for my second cousin... or first cousin once removed's Gradution from USC. We had briskut and I made apple pie. Everyone liked the Apple pie.
Then we went though the picture album. Aunt Shirly (my dad's aunt)saw a picture of my dad's brother younger, Alan, and started to talk about him. Alan had a cleft palet and a heart condition. He died when he was about one and half, two. Ari is named after Alan. My Grandma tried to erase every memory about Alan. She never mentioned him and took away all pictures of him. She was upset when my parents named Ari after him. She was also upset when Ari and I had blue eyes. She said that there were no blue eyes in her family, but apparently Alan was blond and blue eyed. After she died we found like three pictures of him.
I was the one who found them. My dad was very happy to see them.
I remember one time we were back east and went to a cemetary. I didn't know why we were there. It was a hot day, but the cemetary was shady. My dad and my mom walked around the grounds looking at the head stones. Ari and I did so as well, but just out of curousity.
My parents found the specific tombstone they were looking for. It was small. There were other little graves around there too. Of babies. All alone without their parents or families. It was then I learned about Alan. We cleaned the grave off and put stones on the headstone. My dad took pictures.
It was kind of odd. To find out about an uncle you never knew about like that.
I wonder if he's lonely all by himself there without his parents. I wonder if he knows him momma tried to forget about him.
I wonder what it would have been like if he had lived.
I always feel sorry for him. All alone there, intentally forgotten by his mother.
Then we went though the picture album. Aunt Shirly (my dad's aunt)saw a picture of my dad's brother younger, Alan, and started to talk about him. Alan had a cleft palet and a heart condition. He died when he was about one and half, two. Ari is named after Alan. My Grandma tried to erase every memory about Alan. She never mentioned him and took away all pictures of him. She was upset when my parents named Ari after him. She was also upset when Ari and I had blue eyes. She said that there were no blue eyes in her family, but apparently Alan was blond and blue eyed. After she died we found like three pictures of him.
I was the one who found them. My dad was very happy to see them.
I remember one time we were back east and went to a cemetary. I didn't know why we were there. It was a hot day, but the cemetary was shady. My dad and my mom walked around the grounds looking at the head stones. Ari and I did so as well, but just out of curousity.
My parents found the specific tombstone they were looking for. It was small. There were other little graves around there too. Of babies. All alone without their parents or families. It was then I learned about Alan. We cleaned the grave off and put stones on the headstone. My dad took pictures.
It was kind of odd. To find out about an uncle you never knew about like that.
I wonder if he's lonely all by himself there without his parents. I wonder if he knows him momma tried to forget about him.
I wonder what it would have been like if he had lived.
I always feel sorry for him. All alone there, intentally forgotten by his mother.
