Your favourite aunt/uncle

takamichinoku

I'd like to hear some stories about your favourites and why they f*cking rule!

Wasn't at all close to my external family so in my mind aunts and uncles are nothing other than a gigantic pain in the neck. Obviously this isn't the case for everyone so I'm genuinely interested in hearing what other kind of relationships there can be between aunts/uncles and nieces/nephews. Is your favourite still the same as when you were younger or have you lost respect for them as you've gotten older? Does whichever parent they're a sibling of like them as much as you do? Other questions?



Reckon my favourite uncle might actually be the one who passed away a few weeks ago. I didn't talk to until about 18 when my dad got cancer, despite him living just down the road. Unlike the rest of the family (some of whom were a good deal more involved in my life), he was very open and honest about the reasons why they didn't talk, was the only one who was willing to acknowledge it all after my dad passed and was still quite willing to argue my dad was in the wrong about a lot of it. Probably had about 5 conversations with him in my 24 years, but every one of them left a positive impression on me. His funeral was a bit of a weird experience for me, but I could totally see why all of my cousins were so broken hearted and was a bit jealous that circumstances meant I didn't get to have the relationship with him that they did.



...oh, and if you feel like bitching a bit, you can rant about your least favourite too.

Links234

Aunt Mary and Uncle John :pac:

Mariasofia

As a child my mam introduced me to an new "uncle" every week so it would be impossible and a little unfair to pick just one.....they were all lovely in their own special way..... :-D

Ruu

Links234 wrote: »

Aunt Mary and Uncle John :pac:

Lovely couple, thought I saw them punching each others lights out one day but must have been mistaken.

Poor Uncle Tom

Ahem.........:P

Mariasofia

Poor Uncle Tom wrote: »

Ahem.........:P

Memories..... "wheres poor uncle Tom gone?"

Banjo String

Aunt, had to be auntie Mary. She had a canary up the leg of her drawers. When she was sleeping, we'd be peeping up the leg of her drawers.

Uncle, That'd be Dick. Apparently a few years ago, him and my mam and dad went to London on a stick. Lol, half way there the stick broke, was meant to be a right joke.

RobbingBandit

Uncle Monty even if he was a terrible ****...