Funny that you would ask, my Uncle just asked
My uncle, or actually my stepfather's uncle, called and said he was embarrassed because he couldn't remember my name. The fact is, I wash his laundry (and he's woefully incontinent) every week. I wash, dry, fold and hanger his laundry all the time, because he was a good guy while I was growing up, and also to honor the great man that is my stepfather. I call him my "father," because he has been more of a father to me than my birth father was throughout my life. My dad's uncle is what I consider my uncle, and he was unsure of my first name. He called just to find out what it was, which I think is very sweet. I am Michael, but my family calls me "Mike." My first reaction was to say "Mike." He said he would have to find some reference to Mike that reminded him of me, when he called or when I went to pick up his nasty pee-infested laundry. I think he realizes that his laundry is being done by me, and that he should in some way talk to me as though he remembered me. He's very old, perhaps 88 approximately, and I didn't think it was necessary to make him accountable for my name. I do love him, for certain reasons, but it's hard to keep doing this laundry every week and going to his residence without thinking about his nasty incontinence and feeling a little bit bitter about having to do his laundry. Has anyone else been in a similar situation, and felt bitter while also feeling kind of bad for feeling that way?
