ok - so i'm on my way home from a co-worker's memorial service friday night (thanks for the bad directions, brad), and i call my mom. my uncle died last tuesday. since we've cut off this particular branch of the family tree, no one would have let us know, so one of my mom's friends saw his obit in the local paper (back home in florida) and called her. there are some things that won't ever be forgiven or forgotten, but it's strange to think that until a few years ago, he was part of my life. he taught me how to eat a lobster.