Dark Times

It seems that since last Thursday I have distracted myself from facing the fact that three of my 12 maternal aunts and uncles are gone from this earth forever.
Family disagreements caused some confusion about funeral arrangements so I was unable to make a functional plan to see my handsome uncle laid to rest, finally to get some rest and peace.
My sister sent me photos of the burial and unfortunately for me the ease of Internet communication forced me to face the afore mentioned fact.
I really need to talk to my cousin. I feel like the little time we spent together in the last 18 months, while my eldest maternal aunt underwent cancer treatment, reignited the ease with which we can bond after so much time apart.
Today's lunch came from a joint in Little Mexico that sells my missing uncle's favorite Cubana torta. I ordered one and upon inspection thought of how my uncle would have been disappointed and annoyed that they forgot the avacado. He would have driven back and gently, sternly, made them correct the error.