I'd never really known my Uncle Gary. He was my uncle by marriage & had split with my Aunt when I was too young to remember. I knew of him as my cousin's father & that was about the extent of it.
Last year, my cousin got married & I met Uncle Gary (properly) for the first time.
Instantly it was an easy relationship - Talking, laughing, relaxing.
So this year, on a trip to visit my cousin in Moura I had the opportunity to spend a bit more time with my Uncle Gary... I chattered away to him at dinner with my cousin & his family. Played pool & had a few drinks at the bowls club. What most caught my interest though, was when I joined him on a couple of runs in his truck, from the quarry to the roadworks & back.
It's not an overly long run, but just long enough that there were moments of silence in the cab. Completely comfortable silence. Not something that comes easy to such a new relationship with anyone.
Besides that, Uncle Gary told me stories. Lots of little, random stories from his life. Living out in northern Western Australia. Trips overseas to Bali. Jobs he had as a cook & a truckie. I enjoyed every single story & wanted to know more. Some people should really write books about their lives. As far as I'm concerned, Uncle Gary is one of those people.
Unfortunately I had to cut my trip short & come back home but can't wait to go back again. Hopefully I'll get to spend more time with Uncle Gary now that I finally know him, and hear a few more stories.