Say “Uncle”
Posted by joel on March 16th, 2010I’ve been an uncle for as long as I can remember. My brother Angelo had the first in a new generation back when I was in grade school. My relationships with my now more than two dozen nieces and nephews are cherished beyond measure.
I think I’m a pretty good uncle because of the modeling I received from my aunts and uncles while growing up through today. I didn’t know my grandparents as all four passed away before I was born or during my toddler years. My uncles and aunts stepped into that grandparent role in my life.
The context of living in a large Sicilian-American extended family is that you receive guidance freely given from a broad range of elders. Even during the “know-it-all” teen years, the direction and care I received from my parents’ siblings and their mates was taken with the understanding that boundless love was behind it.
Let me give you a little more insight on a hugely-important part of our family dynamic. My mother had three sisters. I think I can accurately say that the four sisters were (and are) the most powerful forces of this clan that follows them. Strong, catalytic forces in their collective children’s lives.
But then there are their men. It takes a special guy to support and channel the force of such a woman! That’s the high rank that my dad and two Uncles named Jim attained.
Being married into the family gave these fellows, members of The Greatest Generation, license to provide clarity, perspective, and focus to the rest. Al, Jim and Jim were the relaxed trio at the family reunions, they joined in the games and wearing the funny hats, and sang parodies about what a crazy family they are so proud to be a part of.
Some “uncles-by-marriage” regretfully draw that “your family/my family” line and never fully engage into their wife’s family doings. That’s not the case with my Uncles Jim or my dad: they fully embraced everyone as their own.
I could tell a hundred stories about the impact these guys made in my life. But the best way to describe them is that they were foundational; pillars of strength. Their genuine interest and peaceful nature were like magnets to me; conversations were easy and enlightening, always laced with praise and words of encouragement. I especially loved the stories of the old days, when they were coming up. Imagine a life with little technology; instead of xBox filling your afternoon, you are filling a bag with coal so the family can be warm that evening.
They once were boys who went to war, now men in their twilight. My dad has been gone over 11 years now. Uncle Jim Borino is hanging tough in spite of the loss of his beloved Grace a few years now.
My Uncle Jim Doyle, my godfather, is now facing eternity. It is hard to imagine a world without his smile, sense of humor, and gentle spirit. Even as his body fails him, his mind and personality have not flagged. It’s that person of Jim Doyle, who for my 47 years has meant unconditional love, support, encouragement…someone on my side.
Thank you…I’ll never forget you, Uncle Jim.
Peace and love to the entire family as we all walk through this season, with Christ by our side.




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