My dad had three sisters, and my mom had two. That is not to say I don’t have uncles — I do, and they are wonderful. They joined our story by marrying my aunties and becoming part of the fabric of our family. Lately, I’ve been thinking about siblings. On my dad’s side, he is the only one of his siblings who is gone. On my mom’s side, she is the only one left. That reality feels strange. I love my aunties. Each one has been my favorite for different reasons.