we come from a big
Italian
family,
doesn't mean that we all like
each other.
my uncles
didn't talk to each other.
for forty years.
a few
of my brothers and sisters
have followed suit.
grudges are held, but
the memory
of why they're mad at
each other is vague and beyond
understanding.
they ignore each
other at funerals, or weddings.
holidays, etc.
occasionally I've heard
the phrase,
they're dead to me.
it's interesting.
i try to stay out of it, but
i think a few
of them are mad at me too.
i have no idea why.
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