While standing in my kitchen, mindlessly putting together one of those pizza Lunchables,

My phone buzzed; it was my aunt.

"I'm here"

Quickly without a second thought, I put on my old tennis shoes and clobbered down the steps,

The dogs were barking loud enough to break glass.

I screamed at the top of my lungs to shut them up, (it didn't work),

and pushed through the door, greeted by her and the bag I forgot.

Just a quick look and it was easy to tell, I thanked her but couldn't help but ask,

'are you okay?'

Quickly her eyes darted away from mine and filled with tears, she didn't have to say anything.

I hugged her, pushing my bag away, nothing inside would ever be as valuable as her.

With held back tears she buried herself into me, trying to be quiet.

A few moments of silence, and I pulled away asking what happened,

She just said her husband's, my uncle's name,

my favorite uncle.

I don't know why, but I've never been able to see him in any negative light,

He was my favorite uncle, the one who could do no wrong,

Until now at least.

Seeing her, so choked up over what I assume could only be an argument,

I feel different about him now.

Blood may run thicker than water,

but love,

love will always be stronger.