Dear Uncle,
It’s me, your nephew, Justin. We’ve never met and thought I would write you something. I don’t know that much about you except you’re my dad’s oldest brother. He hasn’t said that much about you, but has said that there were some disagreements within the family and then they would switch subjects. I know my dad has been on the phone with you within the past year or so, but I can’t help but ask why didn’t you ever want to talk to me? Or my mom or sister? I know my dad has mentioned us to you, but we’re not important to you? Also, I know that you knew about your father’s and brother’s passings and didn’t even fly out to say one last goodbye to them. Is that the ideal way to meet someone? No, but it is better than hearing about this mysterious uncle that may or may not exist. You could have at least said goodbye to one of the people who adopted you and another who loved you as their brother.
I just turned 20-years-old a little over two months ago. My sister turned 25-years-old a little over two months ago as well. I don’t know if you know that my mom, your sister-in-law (technically) is having hip-replacement surgery on August 1st. I understand you’re out in San Diego, but to skip huge events like my sister’s high school and college graduations, my high school graduation, my Eagle Scout Court of Honor and all of your other nephew, Jonathan’s big days, my dad starting his businesses and my mom giving birth to me and my sister. You’ve missed a lot and I don’t even know what has happened to you.
I have a million questions for you and there's only so many my dad can answer. Whether you read this or not is up to you, but I hope you take the time to understand where I’m coming from. I don't mean to come off antagonizing you, but there's a lot out there that I don't know about you yet. We’re not blood related because both you and my father were adopted, but we’re still supposed to be family if that’s a sacrifice you’re also willing to make. I want to know this mysterious uncle out in San Diego, but you have to meet me halfway.
From,
Your Nephew, Justin