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my uncle was into the booze i guess. or not so much into the booze as not into being sober. of course we didn't know this as kids. he was a genius too apparently, something which also slipped our grasp as children. phd in math, played nine or ten instruments (after seven each subsequent instrument is less and less impressive). but he lacked the charisma of my father. he actually proposed to my mom behind my dad's back. not that my dad cared because he wasn't faithful to my mom so much when he was dating her. i don't even know if it can be considered dating. when my uncle died, it was so sad to us. but we were young, and so could just barely fathom death as being sad. we just couldn't conceptualize a tragic life. it was always sad when someone died, because it was against life. we didn't know that it had been sad all along, that during christmas and easter it had all been sad for uncle pat.
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