Rest In Peace, Uncle Mickey

We got word yesterday that my Uncle Mickey passed away.  He was 83 years old.  He was my dad's younger brother.  And he was the last of his generation on both sides of my family.  It's odd to know that I no longer have any living aunts or uncles.

Uncle Mickey had 12 children.  Every time I try to name everyone, I miss someone and I miss a different one every time.  I know the first 4 or 5, then I get lost.  I remember the last 2 because they were 2 of the 3 boys in the family.

Let's see.... Michelle, Veronica, Vincent, June, Dorothy, Victoria, Dawn, Nora, Joseph, Brian, Bernadette,  and.... see?  One is missing from my brain.  And I even cheated and went on Facebook to see who I missed.  She's not on Facebook.  It'll come to me, eventually.

It just occurred to me that me, my siblings and my cousins are all now the "older" generation of the family!  We are the aunts who attend the wedding and baby showers of our nieces.  I am not sure how that happened!  It sort of snuck up on me.

CHRISTINE!  Christine is the 12th child!  Actually she's more like 5th or 6th.  I could see her face, but I just could not get a name to the face.

There was another child in the mix, who I always thought was my cousin.  Her name is Angel.  She was a cousin of  my cousins, but not mine.  Angel's mom and my cousin's mom were sisters.  We always thought she was because I think she lived with all the others.  I guess what's one more kid in the mix when you already have 9 or 10 or 12?  As an adult now, I can see the difference in Angel from the others.  Angel is part Hispanic and everyone else is full Irish.

I was hoping to find a photo of Uncle Mickey in my cousins' profiles, but I don't see any.

Rest in peace, Uncle Mickey.  Say hi to my Mom and Dad for me.