Hi all.  Just a quick pop-in as I am on the run, so don&#39;t have time to read the posts now, but will later.  Just wanted to let you know that I am feeling better about not knowing of Uncle Lew&#39;s death.  My brother called me yesterday - I said &quot;well, I imagine that you are calling to let me know that Uncle Lew died a week ago&quot;.  I told him that I was really hurt that he had not called me.  He told me that he too was hurt and confused by all of this.  He said he did not find out until Monday night and it was too late to call me then because he thought Greg would already be in bed.  He usually goes to see our Uncle Lew once or twice a week and because of business obligations, he had not made it by for the past 2 weeks.  He called their house on Monday night to see how Lew was doing and to make arrangements to come visit him and my aunt just bluntly told him that Lew was dead.  Jack did not know about the bone cancer either, even though he was there frequently - my aunt had never mentioned it to him and when I told him that I had read it in Lew&#39;s obit, he said that was the first he had heard of it.  I was much more hurt that he had not called me than I was that my aunt had not - she is an extremely self centered person, and frankly, I would have expected it from her...