Uncle Aaron's Passing

My father's older brother
Passed away at 95.
That's 40 more years than
His younger sibling was alive.

My father never lived to meet
His grandkids or to know
The joy that such relationships
Allow to bloom and grow.

My uncle, though, had much more time
To travel, live and learn 
But sadly, from his children 
He got nothing in return.

Estranged from both (not by his choice)
He, like my father, missed
Connecting with the family 
From which he was dismissed.

Yet Uncle Aaron had the love
Of others; I am one
Who'll mourn his death much more
Than both his daughter and his son.