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      So, on May 3, on my father's birthday, my uncle died. That's four uncles now. He and most of my relatives are waaaaay up north somewhere, so we don't see each other that much. If I do get a chance to attend the funeral, I'm thinking about not telling anyone, just to see who recognizes me and what kind of response I get.
      It's like I'm losing all the guys in my family. And I never really got to know any of them. I hate that we moved here. I hate that we're missing everything. It sucks that he died - but I didn't get to know him, so I'm having trouble feeling sad, which makes me angry. I should have been there.
      I do not want to miss every funeral.